Fool

"Looks like you failed in creating your second Soulring…lucky me!" Zayn mocked loudly without batting an eyelid and staring deep into the dark eyes of the Blessed who was standing more than a hundred meters away from him. The corners of his lips were uptilted and he made small motions to prepare his body to jump into action at any moment.

Hundreds of Goblin Skeletons and other ordinary Undead surrounded Zayn and his Spirits, leaving little space for him to move freely but that was fine with him. There was no need to worry!

"You really are perceptive…or are your eyes just special? I don't think you should be able to sense my raging soul particles…whatever…you don't have to know why I failed to create my second Soulring!" Jarick shouted out loudly, but Zayn merely shrugged his shoulders in response.

"I never asked."