"A born seed of absolute evil."
Dago lazily stretched his limbs.
The flesh and bones within his body, comparable to those of an ancient ferocious beast, ground against one another, producing a series of dense crackling booms like muffled thunder.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were clear and brilliant, like top-grade sapphires sculpted countless times by the gods—cold and profound.
In the depths of his reflected pupils, a storm of destruction that had yet to subside seemed to be brewing.
When his indifferent gaze lightly fell upon the vengeful spirit struggling madly within the lightning-net cage,
the savage evil spirit seemed to have encountered its natural predator at the top of the food chain. It let out a shrill scream and recoiled as if electrocuted, shrinking into the farthest corner of the cage.
"Spiritheart Amber actually comes with a passive effect that lets me see through the essence of souls."
Dago spoke to Alazan in his mind in a calm tone only he could hear.
"That was unexpected."
"What did you expect?"
Alazan's ancient voice sounded at just the right moment, carrying a trace of a mentor's pride.
"The clarity or filthiness of a soul's underlying hue fundamentally reflects a creature's purity, goodness, and evil most directly."
"Kid, this is merely the most insignificant fragment of Spiritheart Amber's abilities."
"Your exploration of the soul has only just taken its first step. In the future, you will naturally witness even more unimaginable miracles."
Dago nodded noncommittally.
His expression remained utterly calm.
He found the girl who had suddenly barged into the place where he was recovering and spouted nonsense—without him even bothering to ask her name—ridiculous from the bottom of his heart.
This woman truly was a born master liar.
Her cultivation was weak, only Mid-Stage One-Ring Formal Wizard.