I could almost taste the glee in the voice of the Soul Flayer as it saw me on my knees. I gasped in pain before I coughed, spitting out silver blood, but I knew that this was just a small portion of the bleeding inside of me from the destruction of my body.
Still, the smile had not left my face, and the Soul Flayer could see it… and I had no reason to hide the smile because I finally had an answer. Fighting was fun when you could separate your mind from the consequences of dying, and so you would be able to see the things that you had missed.
Fourteen passes. That is how many it took before I saw it.
Every time it came through me, its arm came out ruined. For the fraction of a second it is inside me, it has to become something material to be able to reach into my soul.
It did not care about the fact that it was hurting, because I was being hurt more, and it was able to heal, even though the act of healing meant cannibalizing the body it was wearing.
