While murmurs echoed through the hall about the golden-haired boy's smooth ascent up the stairs, Astrael had his attention elsewhere, his status screen.
"So... what was that exactly?" Astrael asked calmly, recounting to Elyndra the strange vision he had witnessed within his soul space. He described the black sea, the nine towering pillars, and the floating crystal platform.
Elyndra listened intently through their mental link, aware that she couldn't access his Soul Space without his permission.
Soul space was the most vulnerable area of one's being. Opening it to another, even a bound spirit like Elyndra, was no trivial matter. It was akin to offering someone your beating heart.
After all, if someone shattered another's soul space, it was the same as obliterating their mind. The worst-case scenario would be, the victim would die, or if they are lucky, would become a vegetable. But they'd never be the same. A body with no will. A living corpse.
