Hansley would rather die than experience the pain of having his soul ripped apart again. He looked at Darius and said agitatedly, "Darius, your father and I were friends for many years. I've been helping him search for his soul shards all these years."

He trembled as he spoke. His gaze became pleading. "Please, I'm begging you. Get someone else to operate on me. You can't imagine the pain—"

Darius cut him off. "I may not be able to imagine how painful it is, but don't you think my father knows