Soul Flame
A fresh prompt flashed in front of him, the words searing into the blackness beyond his vision.
[Soul Artifact detected.]
[Open now? Y/N]
Leon's sneer widened—slow and angular, like the shine of a blade picking up firelight.
"Well… yes."
[DING!]
[Soul artifact detection process initiated…]
[DING!]
[Process complete.]
[Soul Artifact: Soul Flame detected.]
[DING!]
[Soul Artifact integrating into host body… Integration start.]
His brow furrowed. "Soul… flame?" he said, the word not familiar in his mouth, like it belonged somewhere else. His voice held a whiff of interest laced with distrust. He had no idea what the devil it was—yet—but the moment the system talked of integration, the air about him changed.
Out of nowhere, space in front of him warped, like heat ripple.
Then it materialized.
A flame—no, not red, not orange, not anything mortal eyes are meant to behold.
It was black.
