The soul remained silent for several long moments.
Within the dim room, the faint glow of residual energy illuminated the lifeless corpse lying on the stone ground. The translucent figure of Kael hovered above it, his form unstable, occasionally flickering as if a gust of unseen wind threatened to disperse him.
He was thinking.
For countless years he had existed in this state, neither truly alive nor completely gone. Time had dulled many of his emotions, yet the temptation he had felt moments earlier had been genuine. The boy before him possessed an absurd level of talent, something that even he, who had lived for millions of years and witnessed countless prodigies, had rarely encountered.
For a moment he had wanted to seize the opportunity.
To bind this boy as his disciple.
To once again have a stake in the world of the living.
But after hearing Alex speak with such calm confidence, Kael realized something uncomfortable.
He was not qualified.
A faint sigh escaped him.
