Asa laughed madly as he flew down from the Soul Altar.
Now, his form was several times larger than before, the murky ochre color rolling within his soul.
Yet Rod saw a faintly discernible face on his body.
"Asa!"
Rod asked cautiously.
"What's on your chest?"
Asa laughed and said, "Master, this is the mark of the defeated, a remnant of Amon's spirit, a powerful, ancient malevolence devoured, the sediment from its longstanding mental activity will appear on my soul body, it's a glorious badge, the imprint of victory, I've fully proven my wisdom, the Book of the Future is the real wis..."
"Enough!" Rod interrupted him, "What did you just say you learned from Amon's soul?"
Asa emitted a strange laugh, his soul expanding, revealing a black void.
"It's rather complicated, better come in and take a look."
Seeing the crack in his murky soul, Rod frowned.
