Soul.
The most mysterious and noble unknown presence among all things, maintaining the shackles of human nature, and the cornerstone for Condensers to embark on the Path of Transcendence.
Since humans recognized the existence of souls, research on the soul has never ceased.
Judging the boundary between humans and Demons by the amount of soul stock, the pale void left after soul removal, the instinctive Bulimia Nervosa driven by the soul longing, the blood-colored Philosopher's Stone formed through Condensation, and even the memory echoes remaining within the Philosopher's Stone...
Soul, a splendid and beautiful thing.
After Bologue finished this sentence, he fell silent, his blue eyes observing Teda's expression, trying to capture all his reactions within his sight.
"Soul?"
Teda whispered, plunged into contemplation due to Bologue's judgment. After a while, he smiled and shook his head.
"Who knows about such a thing?"
