The two paper figures were wax-yellow and only about the size of an adult's thumb, but their heads, bodies, and facial features were all fully formed. The faces were especially detailed. Though they were only simple sketches outlined in vermilion paint, the likenesses were incredibly lifelike, as if the entire faces had been copied onto the paper. Looking closely, weren't they Deputy Director Dailun and Miss Wenna?
Kilian shuddered and began to wonder if he'd made a mistake somewhere in his life choices. As a psychic, joining the Spirit Research Society, the most powerful psychic sect on Earth, was naturally a tremendous honor. But our Spirit Research Society... was a respectable, orthodox sect, wasn't it? We really were proper, legitimate, upstanding good guys, right?
"What's with that look?" Juque asked irritably.
"Senior Brother, why do I feel like you've imprisoned their souls?"
"Please don't make our own sect sound like the villain in a wuxia novel."
Actually, I meant the demon lords from mythological novels, Kilian thought.
"Besides, although we psychics acknowledge the existence of souls, we still can't say whether they're part of matter, a form of energy, or something in between. So far, there's no proof that a soul can exist independently of the body."
"...Uh, what about those illusion techniques that trap souls?"
"They interfere with and confuse the information in your consciousness. The principles aren't much different from electromagnetic interference or a hacker breaking in." Juque answered with a perfectly serious expression. "Your soul hasn't left your body."
"Th-then what about the Void Realm?"
"Well, I wouldn't dare go somewhere like that. But I know that when masters enter the Void Realm, their bodies go with them. According to our uncles, you can sense your body's presence inside the Void Realm. But as I understand it,