On the slopes outside the city, a man cloaked in a hood muttered, "Damn the life-accelerating aura! It trapped my parasitic worm. Cursed Little Fat Dragon, it forced me to sell my soul to a demon. Greedy devils. I sold my soul and only got a demonic monument and eighth-level magical power in return. Damn it all."
If Negris heard him and smelled his scent, he would instantly recognize the man as the hooded figure from the Dark City dungeon who had been killed for his soul because his worm got trapped. But he was not dead? Hadn't his soul already been searched?
Soul search is a thorough annihilation. Unless protected like a silver coin by Ange, who preserved some of the soul, it would mean that the one protecting him would have to be a god.
