"She ran," Ange responded with conviction.
"It's fine that she got away. You could've obliterated her instead of trapping her here. If you destroyed her, she might take hundreds of years to resurrect. But now that she's trapped here, can I ever be at peace?" Negris raged, "Wait, how were you even able to use it?"
Ange cocked his head, "Just Soul Energy. Slap."
"Is it that simple? Pour in soul energy and smack her in?" Negris asked, surprised.
As he tried to channel his soul energy into the Bronze Book, he was soon taken aback, "Why isn't there a reaction?"
Ange replied, "Weak soul."
Pfft... Comparing soul power with the Undead God, who could possibly compete?
The Goddess of Redemption, upon being let go by Negris, no longer acted agitated. As for the Red Star Heroic Spirit, he had long retreated to some obscure corner.
