Meanwhile, deep within a treasury where only suffocating darkness reigned, two golden pupils slowly opened.
"Tsk… finally back."
A feminine voice echoed through the chamber as the darkness receded slightly around the woman's hand as a bright blue flame ignited in her pale palm.
"But at least I secured Lucas's soul from Vael'runn."
She was none other than the Spectator who had just returned to her mortal shell after negotiating with Vael'runn in his domain for the soul of one of her own kind.
A transmigrator.
But not just any either but one who once stood at the top of the game.
Lucas…
Or as he was known in this world as Lucien.
The soul in her palms flickered violently as she closed her palm.
"I guess I need to find a good enough vessel for you before the soul preservation magic of Vael'runn wears off, but thankfully for you… I have a great candidate in mind."
