"I can."
The mysterious man's words echoed, reaching the dream place's plaza as Ossian's eyes twinkled like stars.
"But I want two things in exchange," the man added, his voice carried by his mana intimidatingly.
His brows furrowing, Ossian crouched to look at Adam's copy in the eyes and asked, "What is your price?"
He knew such unheard services couldn't be paid by merely healing a dying ghost. So, with clenched fists, he resolved himself to deliver whatever the man wished. Nothing was off-limits, not even his soul-reaper production method.
With trembling hands, he watched as the man's mouth opened. "One: give the boy a tier six soul essence."
