"Changes have occurred there." Savant remained calm, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the wooden tabletop, producing dull thuds that echoed within the narrow confines of the interrogation room.
"That land has lost its soul. Before you arrived, I studied the reports of your battle with the demon hand. Coincidentally, that young nobleman mentioned that the battlefield was partitioned by a strange power, creating an invisible protective membrane. This prevented innocent civilians from directly facing the supernatural event. I believe that was the power of the land's soul; tell me, am I correct?"
Alex closed his eyes, sensing the invisible pressure from the man opposite him. Alex tried to adjust his increasingly rapid breathing, then slowly asked:
