"Is this a Hel's thing, or were they freed after we beat that feathered wretch, Yraka?" Kyrie asks as he gets up from the ground, Wolf Prince resting against his shoulder. The red giant takes up a hide cloak and tosses it to him.
"We don't have much time to waste here; we are both beaten up. Let's return to the base of the soldiers and… lick our wounds. About that question, I would say a mix of both. I'm no soul expert without a weapon, but I can say there is a finger of Hel in it."
The giant sighs, his "face" fixed on the rising souls too. A visage as beautiful as the Aurora Borealis is said to be. They are the only ones who will see it in this mortal realm, so it is only fair they see it to the end.
