Chapitre 330: Elder Praxx

Sunlight filtered through the window shades in the early morning, waking John up. He stretched his body for a moment before standing up.

'What a day yesterday. First the monthly life and death duels, and then discovering that mysterious place. I wonder if today will be as eventful.'

John put on a clean blood red robe, and quickly inspected his soul soon after. He inspected it for some time before sighing in relief.

'Good, it seems as though the mask truly only siphons my soul when I change my appearance, not when I use one appearance for a prolonged time.'

He had been worried that the mask would siphon his soul after prolonged use, as such a thing would be far too steep a price to pay for this mission. If the mask had truly had negative effects on prolonged use, he would most likely call the mission off and return home.