"The power to stop something from being realized with just your will. You can't get it from merging with just any soul shard. It's a divine power. You… You must be a divine-rank soul herder!"
Voss realized who he had been messing with and felt scared, cursing his luck. Never in his wildest dreams could he have thought that chasing after Roy, the Female Siren, and the spirit who has betrayed him would lead him to have an encounter with a Divine Soul Herder.
If he had known about this, he would have never bothered chasing after them or leaving the Ashen Land.
But spilled milk couldn't be recovered, and crying over this wasn't going to help him.
'It's my bad luck that I escaped the Ashen Land, only to fall into a trap.'
Voss clicked his tongue before he heard Arlo's voice.
"No..." Arlo's lips pressed against each other, and their edges lifted up as he smirked, disdainful of Voss, his opponent. "I'm not."
