Lumen flew out and quickly returned. Felix's expression eased completely, and with a step, he vanished from where he stood.

"Chasing me was fun last time, huh? Did you think it'd go the same this time?" he asked.

When he reappeared, someone was already lying on the ground about ten yards ahead. It was a figure fully shrouded in a gray robe, a man named Holt Bovington.

That was Felix holding back. Otherwise, Lumen's previous strike could've shattered Holt's soul on the spot.

"Felix Zeller? It really is you!" Holt's voice was full of shock. Whatever he'd planned to do was already too late. His soul had taken a devastating blow, and he no longer had the strength to fight.

"Yeah, it's me. Just like I suspected, you people really aren't all that strong when it comes to soul power."

Felix had spared his life because he wanted answers.

"If you answer a few questions honestly, I'll let you live. Even with your soul badly damaged, I assume someone who knows about Nine Flames and Desolate