66 A Second Home

Heima couldn't believe it. Every fiber of his being trembled as he observed the fluctuations of his prisoner's soul. Never had he seen anything like it before. The stainless gleam of a soul untouched by the filth of the mundane, terrestrial world.

His own ancestors, the Alf, had been known possess a purity of the soul that was uncontested among all of the early races. This was given since they had been beings born from the essence of nature and possessed a powerful connection to it even before birth.

But this was unnatural. This was too pure. He wagered not even the noble High-Alf founders of yore possessed such an untainted spirit. It not for its pitiful size, he was sure he would have permanently damaged his eyes from the backlash.

Goddess in heaven, had it been fully developed… I can not even begin to imagine what he would have been capable of…