'How is that even possible, I mean, how can one live without a soul?' Reign asked Aethion with a troubled gaze.
"Well, it's not that he doesn't have a soul, he does, but it's simply so small and weak that it's hard to even sense it," Aethion spoke as Reign started thinking.
'But that should be impossible, I mean, even though I have felt different souls of different people and monsters, there has never been one that was so small and weak.' Reign spoke as he continued staring at the entrance of the castle where the Jugde had gone to.
"That's correct, usually, the stronger someone is, the stronger their soul is as well, of course, there are many different races in the universe that are a bit different, and of course, different situations exist that would force someone to have a weak soul, but in regards to this person, I think you have already come to a conclusion, haven't you boy?" Aethion spoke with a calm voice before asking Reign.
