"Human, you are very prideful, and your pride will end you, dare not speak with such tone towards me! Or I'll end you,"
"Alright, fuck it," I muttered and went for another swing at my own hand, however, whatever the creature it was, it stopped me once again.
"Futile! You cannot cut me off, in a matter of fact, I can!" spoke the voice and I felt my mind reeling like I was hit with a sledgehammer.
"Fucking son of a bitch!" I cursed at the pain.
However, what I received as a reply was something I didn't expect.
A soul-wrenching scream echoed within my mind as the owner of the voice was in agony from what appeared to be a backlash of his own attempt to kick me off of this body.
"Want to have a Soul Battle then, alright. Let's have it!" I muttered and focused inwardly, finding myself in my own sea of Consciousness.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, my Soul that has entered the Formation Stage was sitting calmly inside the massive tower overseeing the whole of the naval fortress.
