"A soul, an ascended soul!" the black-robed man said coldly. "Something's not right with her body. Such immense Soul Power is far beyond what any ordinary Extraordinary could possess. It's highly likely..."
'An ascended soul?'
Dis reacted as well, and together with the black-robed man, he uttered a single word: "Resurrector!"
"This must be the work of some old monster who survived the turning of an era..."
Then, as the black glimmers faded, the woman in the image gave a seductive smile, her lips parting slightly as if to speak.
The black-robed man watched her lip movements, repeating her words in his mind. 'Dusk, Dawn, are nothing but mottled specks cast off by the sun. Trash is tra—'
'Desecrator!'
"How dare you desecrate the great True Lord!"
The black-robed man glared angrily at the woman in the image. "Damned heretic!"
The giant, Dis, glanced at him in confusion. "What did she say?"
"It's none of your concern!"
