"If it weren't for this mark, human, you would be drifting in space by now," the emotionless voice of the flame echoed in Sheyan's ears.
"That group of bastards are abominable, but they should still have decent judgment; they should be able to distinguish spies from true allies. Who gave you this mark of an ally?"
Against this terrifying existence who, albeit devoid of a physical body, actually possessed a godly artifact like the Keystone, Sheyan could only force himself to remain alert and respond respectfully.