Amon and Frey Starlight stood face to face.
The demon's expression darkened as his eyes carefully evaluated his new opponent.
"Hmmm… the vessel, not the original?" Amon scoffed, a crooked half-smile forming on his lips.
He had lost his mask, leaving his expressions and features fully exposed.
Nearby, Gehrman lay collapsed on the ground, utterly drained .. his vessel no longer capable of offering anything more.
Although Gehrman knew a great deal about the future and its hidden paths, even he had not anticipated Frey's intervention here. Frey Starlight was an anomaly—one who could not be predicted by fate or foresight.
And then Gehrman noticed it.
The violet flames raging around Frey Starlight's body.
"…That is the power of souls?"
Genuine shock crossed Gehrman's face.
"For him to use this power… it means he has already reached the sixth stage of Shadow Adaptation. This quickly…"
