The Ball Of Souls
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Flanders lowered his head and stared at the trembling 'Helen'. With just a glance, Flanders knew her current state.
Helen herself was dead.
Flanders was very familiar with the judgment of death.
Helen's body was completely dead. Unless he injected other people's life force into this body like when he saved Warfarin, there was basically no hope for Helen to survive.
Naturally, Flanders had no interest in helping someone who had nothing to do with him.
However, what Flanders was interested in was that Helen's body was maintaining a state of fresh dead.
And it was maintained for a long period as if the body was frozen in that instant.
It was very magical and interesting. Flanders did not know how the other party did it.
And the one controlling Helen's body at this time was a tiny soul.
It was only half the strength of a normal person's soul.
It gave Flanders a feeling of being incomplete.