"I can hurt him..." (me)
If I can manage him, then I can win, if I win the battle ends on all fronts, just knowing that my preparation was not useless is already a gain.
Ever since it was decided for me to face the Soul of Sarazar, I knew that the one who understands Souls the most was Kalistos, the one who controls the power of death, the end of all things and who directly touches the Souls of all creatures, the one who takes responsibility for transporting the Souls to begin their path once again through Reincarnation.
"(Zenos, be careful, something is different!)" (Tarzor)
"..." (me)
"I didn't expect to wake up with you still alive or with me still here, a real disgrace..." (Sarazar)
Suddenly Sarazar's movements and posture changed, he turned to me, taking a more relaxed and guarded stance, the hunger that marked his Aura disappeared while the murderous intent exploded throughout his body, becoming almost solid.
