These secrets were things that even the lowest-ranking members of Moth to Fire could never glimpse in their entire lives.
For instance, the extraordinary intimacy between Eden and the necromancer, as well as the necromancer's terrifying power—enough to shake the world.
Under such circumstances, Philip could not help but wonder whether this was the only chance in his life to use his own strength to inflict a profound, bone-deep psychological blow upon the necromancer—one he would never forget.
Then there was the bullet fired at Eden, and the necromancer who appeared before him.
A lone-wolf attack launched by an avenger...
After reviewing the information contained within Philip's soul, Moros reached his conclusion.
Then, he parted his lips slightly and began chanting an ancient spell.
Amid the ghostly blue magical radiance flowing around his fingertips, the soul of the assassin who had dared to attempt Eden's murder was firmly sealed within a refined Magic Crystal that emitted a faint chill.
"I will not let you fade into nothingness so easily..."
Staring at the refined Magic Crystal imprisoning Philip's soul, a fierce glint flashed through Moros's eyes.
"Within the undying flames of Soul Fire, you will deeply experience the world's most profound, most piercing pain and despair. This punishment will follow you to the end of eternity!"
With that, the necromancer flicked his sleeve lightly, and the refined Magic Crystal turned into a streak of light before vanishing into his palm.
Only then did Eden's gentle yet slightly puzzled voice break the silence.
"Moros, this is..."
Turning around, the necromancer's gaze fell tenderly upon Eden, the singer clad in a black-and-red classical gown, as beautiful and captivating as a rose blooming in the night.
He sighed softly, seemingly regretting this sudden turn of events.
"I'm sorry. I let such an imperfection cast