The dragon continued to observe Martha. Martha kept trembling as she kept feeling great pain in her soul. This was also making her very irritable and sarcastic.
"This girl is really human. How is this possible?" He wondered.
"What are you?" The dragon asked.
"A soul! What else!?" Martha gave an irritable glance.
"Erm... Are you human? Your soul aura looks like one."
"Hu-Human? I... I think I am. But I don't remember."
"This is why I said weird. You see, this form of your is not possible. You are an anomaly. If you are human, you shouldn't be able to see me. You must have taken in the blood of a high-class being that is descended to Fallen Kyriachos. But humans who have taken the blood or have mixed with any dark descended become Undead at most. But you're clearly not! Are you a vampire? Do you belong to a Coven?"
"A Coven? That's right! A Coven! I think I know what that is, but..."
