Everyone in the surroundings was confused, their thoughts clouding on the situation. It was very clear that they still did not understand why the Council was doing what they were doing, and they needed an explanation. The uncertainty was stifling, and the Second Seat sighed, seeing the people continue murmuring in the surroundings.
`Problem? No. You're definitely the solution, Midas.` said the Beast, stepping forward. `I will reveal it all myself…`
Sweeping his gaze over everyone at the scene, all the gathered Souls, he said, `Your souls, Midas. It's different from ours.`
Midas felt a shiver crawl up his spine. Though the dead should not have spines with which to shiver, he still felt it with the collective gazes of everyone turning to him. The Beast continued speaking, saying, `Our souls are tainted by death… however yours is not.`
