"Believe it or not, what is your choice?" Sam wickedly smiled. His pupils had turned entirely into the black swirling vortexes like before, slowly spinning around. They did not look like human eyes.
Seeing those fathomless eyes, the soldier felt a trembling from the depths of his soul. Sam had said that his soul would be annihilated, and he would not be able to enter the cycle of Samsara and reincarnation. The soldier was afraid he wasn't lying. He did not fear death because he believed that once a human died, they would be reincarnated. Eighteen years from now, he would still be a man.
But to be eradicated forever and not enter Samsara? That was something he was afraid of.
That could be considered the truest form of death: destruction. It must be the highest level of punishment, even among demons.
He thought Sam might be lying, but then he recalled that soul-tearing pain from a moment ago as if a part of his soul was being pulled out.
