"You could say that."
Motan casually tossed away the crystal clear goblet, watching it vanish into the air as if dissolved, and said nonchalantly, "So, I still hope to persuade you through peaceful means."
Bosh sneered, threw back the last drops from his goblet, and mocking Motan, tossed his own cup away with a defiant grin: "You can try, young man filled with pride, though my soul force, mostly worn away, may not defeat you, but even so, you can't make me give... What the hell are you doing!"
"I want to test if your remnant soul is as steadfast as you say."
Mo calmly replied as a floating presence, intensely resembling 'darkness' but emptier than conventional 'darkness,' appeared above his extended right hand.
Bosh was clueless about this thing. In his perception, no 'power' would manifest in such a way that even basic laws would reject it, and a force capable of collapsing the very spatial system couldn't possibly be harnessed.
