Xiao Wu's cry rang out.
Everyone around her could not help but turn to look at her in unison.
Their eyes were filled with the message: You're really brave.
Who was Castorice?
What she possessed was far more than the power to govern life and death.
Hadn't they seen Castorice and her companions defeat Nicadoli at the height of his power?
How could someone like that be compared to Xiao Wu?
"What is a Fallen Soul Master?"
Mimi blinked her sparkling eyes and looked at Xiao Wu in confusion.
She clearly had no idea what Xiao Wu was shouting about.
Xiao Wu had accused her power of being evil.
Yet Castorice showed not the slightest trace of sadness or anger.
In the past, she truly had hated this ability of hers.
But ever since she had traveled alongside Stelle.
It was precisely this authority over death that gave her the means to stand against the Titans.
And at the final moment, it had allowed her to save Stelle, who had been lost on the Other Shore of death.
She no longer hated this power.
Thus, Castorice spoke to Xiao Wu in a calm yet utterly earnest voice:
"Whether someone is good or bad does not depend on what kind of power they possess."
"It depends on what they do with that power..."
"I do not accept your words, madam."
"I will use this power of death on the battlefield to save my companions and keep them from being harmed by monsters."
Qian Renxue slowly flew to Castorice's side as well.
She first nodded at Castorice, then turned to Xiao Wu and spoke in a cool voice:
"She is right."
"We of Spirit Hall have never claimed that those with Martial Souls related to death or evil must be Fallen Soul