"His fate hangs on the balance of luck," the devilish young man remarked, furrowing his brow.
He sighed, adding, "This is truly a trial of life and death for him. He is still so young, but he is entangled in worldly matters. If he can sever those ties, I can guide him into the Spirit Sea. There, he'll be beyond anyone's reach."
"Even ghosts know that great success divines never return from the Spirit Sea," Gideon Zavala muttered.
"The Spirit Sea has its own laws," the devilish youth continued with a sigh.
"Are we just going to stand by and watch him get beaten to death?" Gideon's gaze pierced through Constantine Siegel as he questioned him.
"If he perishes, what will you do?" Constantine replied calmly, raising his left hand to summon a ball of silver light.
"You're truly generous," Gideon exclaimed, astonished.
"Enough talk, deliver it swiftly," Constantine instructed as he settled into a cross-legged position and closed his eyes.
