Sunless looked at her soul for a few more seconds, then her gaze moved to the damaged parts of the symbiosis between her soul and the roots of the withered tree.
Several of the roots connected to her soul had been burned black and cracked apart.
They looked charred, but at the same time, they looked more like something that had erased parts of their existence.
The damage left by the Chaos Flames was wrong in a way Sunless hated and was wary of.
The pale ring around her soul had blackened in some places, and small fractures had appeared on its surface.
Even the dark sphere at the center was unstable. Tiny wisps of shadow peeled away from it and dissolved into the surrounding air.
The moment Sunless looked at it properly, her expression became even darker.
"What is that black flame for it to be able to damage my soul without touching it directly."
Her voice was low, cold, curious, but most importantly... full of hatred.
