Chen's expression turned thoughtful; his eyes distant as if recalling ancient lore. "Well, you see, soul-related and even blood-related magical arts are quite difficult and tricky to master. Only Arcane Nobles and above are qualified to study this path, but even these unfathomable masters detailed the immense trouble they have on these paths."
He shook his head in wonder. "The manipulation of the soul, the very essence of our being, is a delicate and dangerous art. One misstep could lead to madness or worse. For my ancestor to not only master such arts but to use them to secure this cave for future generations... it speaks to a level of skill and foresight that's truly awe-inspiring."
Gladius found himself pondering this information, his mind working through the implications. He had heard before about the difficulty of controlling and using specific arts purely from the soul.
Yet it seemed strange to him.
