Lin Ming gave a sardonic smile. His pupils were still filled with black, swirling vortexes that spun slowly, looking nothing like human eyes.
Seeing those eyes, the Commanding Officer felt a tremor that originated from the depths of his Soul. Lin Ming had spoken of Soul Annihilation, of being denied entry into the cycle of Reincarnation. It would be a lie for the Commanding Officer to say he wasn't afraid. He wasn't afraid of death, for he believed people could be reincarnated—that in eighteen years, he'd be a hero once more.
But eternal Annihilation, being denied Reincarnation forever... that, he feared.
It was a true and final demise, the ultimate punishment that even a Demon would fear.
He suspected that Lin Ming was bluffing, but recalling the soul-tearing agony from moments ago, it truly felt as if a piece of his Soul had been ripped away.
