"Now then… shall we begin?"
Winter said softly, extending his hands forward in quiet excitement.
A lantern materialized in his grasp.
Within it, a dim crimson flame flickered weakly.
The moment Rael looked at it, his mind tingled and a creeping cold spread through his body.
What the hell is that…?
As if sensing his confusion, Winter pointed at the lantern.
"This is an artifact the Trickster once borrowed from one of the underworlds." He said casually. "Or at least, that's how he described it to me but I am pretty sure he stole it from Hades."
He continued calmly as if explaining something mundane.
"It's capable of absorbing the soul of any sentient being and preserving it for millions of years as long as it's supplied with enough energy."
Rael's gaze returned to the flickering flame.
"The crimson fire you're seeing is my father's soul. It once burned with the strength of a demigod."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
