"And what makes you think I'm interested in that 'Soul Essence'?" Angor gazed at the old priest.
The old man simply returned his gaze with those blank, emotionless eyes. Angor felt as if this Krakok wasn't looking at him, but… something within his body.
"Your soul is special… Like an unpolished gem," Grand Priest said with a very slow pace, but yet, each of his words could trigger something in Angor's heart. "Unpolished, but beautiful. Even Lady Isabelle will probably admire your soul if she's here."
"What are you trying to say?" Angor quickly got tired of such an unproductive conversation.
"Don't you want to make your soul… better? That gray energy inside you. It needs nourishment, don't you think?"
Angor remained silent for a while. He was surprised. Not only did the priest point out his intention, but he also knew about that power that was hidden within his soul…