In a luxurious underground chamber directly beneath the city, Damon sat cross-legged atop thick carpets, holding a man's heart in one hand. His expression was irritated, brow faintly furrowed.
"Ahhh… ahh"
He flicked his wrist and tossed the heart toward Lazarak with an annoyed scowl.
"I still don't get it. I can't stand this shit. How is modifying a soul so hard?"
The exasperation in his voice almost made Lazarak laugh. Instead, he merely smiled.
"It takes a great deal of finesse to modify a soul," Lazarak replied calmly. "I assume you weren't the one who modified Matia's soul."
Damon leaned back, letting himself sink into the soft carpets beneath him.
"No," he said flatly. "I had help from a true god. No wonder she's so perfect."
Lazarak glanced at Matia.
She subconsciously lowered her head, clearly flustered despite trying not to show it.
"What about Ghost?" Lazarak asked, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
