One after another, everyone nodded in agreement. They knew Lancelot was right; whatever they traded these precious crystals for, it essentially meant trading an imprisoned soul. This soul could be utterly evil or completely innocent, but that judgment should be left to the divine powers, and the most appropriate choice for them was to present these souls before the divine powers.
After receiving an affirmative answer from everyone, Lancelot nodded at Bruto, and the Dwarf lifted his hammer and smashed it down hard on a Soul Crystal.
The crystal, although very hard, stood no chance against the metal hammerhead. A crisp shattering sound ensued, and a helmet-sized Soul Prism instantly turned into dust and debris, a faint smoke drifting out of the crystal, as if to coalesce into a figure, but it quickly dissipated.
