"It's all your fault for not stitching in other people's souls, now that your soul is damaged, you don't have a spare..."
"Yeah, yeah, just eat the Phoenix Bloodline in your arms, and then you'll be able to..."
Fisher's ears were once again filled with that madness-inducing Whisper, but such a scream did the most damage to mages with powerful souls. It took Fisher quite a while to recover, as if his brain had been struck, blanking out.
Emhardt, fluttering in midair, suddenly powered down like a battery-drained book, dropping to the ground and rolling several times.
"Scream!!"
