When Agnes looked at Wain to see the power of his soul, at first, she thought she was blind. She found it hard to breathe, and all she could see was the pitch-black darkness emanating from Wain's body.
It seemed to Agnes that she was in the center of the abyss, in its farthest and darkest corners. Because of such a dense and boundless layer of darkness, she could not even see Wain's Soul Altar.
But that didn't stop her. Agnes wanted to see the soul in his Soul Altar, no matter what it cost her.
She concentrated and tried to penetrate that darkness, but suddenly she saw a massive silhouette. It looked like an insurmountable peak, something beyond her comprehension.
The silhouette pointed its hand toward her and squeezed it forcefully. That's when Agnes began to gasp. It wasn't a physical impact. The silhouette's hand squeezed her soul as if in a tight vice that could not be released.
