Lasha and the others had naturally learned that Caesar had entered the Underworld. At that moment, Lasha and Becca were gathered in front of Ling's altar, watching him work on the soul they had just captured.
"This soul is very interesting. He's a synthetic spirit. His original level should have been only 10, but it was raised to 13 by injecting soul fragments into him. The fragments injected into his soul are exceptionally pure. They can't even be considered souls—just purified soul liquid.
"In other words, as long as they're willing to, they can put together a force of living beings like this in a short time."
"How many would there be in a force?" Becca asked. He had fought Caesar and knew what he was capable of. One or two would be manageable, but if there were too many, he might have to resort to other methods.
"At least ten," Ling estimated.
"We can take them." Becca considered it briefly, then stated with certainty that he could handle them.
In Becca's view, the enemies were only level 13, and he was on home ground. As long as he didn't let them use their full strength, defeating ten level-13 enemies would be easy.
Ling thought for a moment, then said, holding the soul in his hand, "I can turn him into an undead, but his level will drop by one. What would you like?"
Lasha gestured toward the empty Underworld. "The Underworld is lacking everything right now. Change him into whatever you want."
Ling didn't ask any further questions. He simply nodded and began to consider his options.
Soon, the soul of the captured Caesar began to slowly change in Ling's hands. Ling took it apart piece by piece, studying its properties.
"This soul has been specially modified. His mental