Since Michael was currently on his own, it meant the only one that he could rely on was Devil's Tongue.
'What do you make of this?' He asked, eyes locked on the woman before him.
'I don't really have a lot of experience in these matters, but I can see the outline of a being's soul.' The soul weapon remarked.
'It's hard to explain, but in simple terms, imagine a human soul as clay. Most people's souls share the same basic shape. Hers, though, is like clay that's been taken in someone's hands and twisted. The form is changed, but the essence remains the same. I'd wager my life that she's human.'
Michael had to agree; his very own spirit told him he was looking at a human. Yet how come she looked like some sort of mix between a human and a cat?
With a sigh he observed closer. The woman's tail wasn't just upright, it was puffed; her fluffy ears were flattened, and her eyes looked narrower than needles.
