Every detail conforms to the most stringent aesthetic standards, the whole person like the sun god stepping out of mythology.
But behind this shocking beauty lies an even more terrifying truth.
The warrior's eyes became hollow and vacant, like the glass eyes of a delicate doll.
That toughness born of life experience had disappeared.
The fierce aura of the warrior dissipated, and the vibrant life energy belonging to a "person" was completely gone.
He now resembled more of an artwork, beautifully flawless, yet utterly stripped of the essence as an independent being.
The other warriors of the Stone Heart Tribe retreated in terror, their eyes filled with incredulous fear.
One of the elderly shamans said with a trembling voice:
"You... you took away his 'soul'... He is no longer Mokaren..."
In the faith of the Stone Heart Tribe, each person's soul is unique, constituted by experiences, memories, and personality.
