"What?" Aether asked, flabbergasted, but Voidpiercer just turned away, not wishing to answer any more questions, maybe because it knew it had already said way too much.
Returning to the real world, the cold embraced him once more, but in no way did he even notice it. After all, there were far more important things now.
He had never been this confused before; he didn't expect Voidpiercer to break what he was one hundred percent sure of.
'But if that soul energy isn't from the Abyss, nor its vessels, then it must be from the Daemon Lord... so how can it say that it isn't his? Who else can it?'
But at the same time, what reason would the blade have to lie to him? It has never told him a lie, and while sometimes maybe it has been wrong when it came to feelings or others, when it came to the past, or the Abyss, it was never wrong. Not even when it said absurd things he didn't believe at first.
