Phiran stood at the bridge of the Redwing. Two fair youths entered and
saluted.
"Sir!"
Phiran turned. "Do you have the soul?"
"Yes, sir!" One of the youths held up a clear red capsule about the size of a man's fist, containing a fizzing liquid.
Phiran took the capsule and emptied the contents into a large jar on his desk, quickly putting the lid back on. The liquid bubbled and hissed, and eventually became a hazy white gas, in which Fratley's face gradually formed.
Phiran smiled. "Excellent!"
The young men were confused. "Excuse me, sir, but what is it?"
Phiran gazed into the jar. "That, my dear Flacsin, is your victim's soul." He turned. "What did you do with the body?"
"Cian here put it in the cells, just like you said, sir." Flacsin said, turning to his partner.
"Very good."
"Sir..."
Phiran snatched his gaze away from the jar and turned to Flacsin. "Yes?"
"How did his soul- his soul, it was in his body, right- and now, it's not, yeah? So how did it get in there?" Flacsin pointed at the jar.
Phiran sighed. Flacsin was the best gunner he'd ever met, but his ignorance was incredible. That was why Phiran had paired him up with Cian... now there was a kid with brains. Quiet, yes, and fairly talentless when it came to fighting, but he could think amazingly fast on his feet. "Flacsin... do you remember when you were sent to see Kerne? You asked her for something, yes?"
Flacsin's brow creased. "Oh yeah, I remember. She was making a little black box with a big button on it."
"Correct. That box contained a concentrated form of the technology used to power the Eye of the Invincible."
"The eye which gathered souls for Garland?"
"Yes. The box harnessed this technology and concentrated it into a small space. I then dismantled the box and combined the technology with the gun, allowing your gun to suck out souls from living bodies. The soul dissolves in the liquid in the red capsule attached to your gun, but once it comes into contact with air, it separates again, thus allowing me to contain souls and use the bodies for my own purposes."
"What are your own purposes?" asked Cian.
"Never you mind." snapped Phiran. "You are dismissed."
The men bowed and left the room.
"Sir!"
Phiran turned. "Do you have the soul?"
"Yes, sir!" One of the youths held up a clear red capsule about the size of a man's fist, containing a fizzing liquid.
Phiran took the capsule and emptied the contents into a large jar on his desk, quickly putting the lid back on. The liquid bubbled and hissed, and eventually became a hazy white gas, in which Fratley's face gradually formed.
Phiran smiled. "Excellent!"
The young men were confused. "Excuse me, sir, but what is it?"
Phiran gazed into the jar. "That, my dear Flacsin, is your victim's soul." He turned. "What did you do with the body?"
"Cian here put it in the cells, just like you said, sir." Flacsin said, turning to his partner.
"Very good."
"Sir..."
Phiran snatched his gaze away from the jar and turned to Flacsin. "Yes?"
"How did his soul- his soul, it was in his body, right- and now, it's not, yeah? So how did it get in there?" Flacsin pointed at the jar.
Phiran sighed. Flacsin was the best gunner he'd ever met, but his ignorance was incredible. That was why Phiran had paired him up with Cian... now there was a kid with brains. Quiet, yes, and fairly talentless when it came to fighting, but he could think amazingly fast on his feet. "Flacsin... do you remember when you were sent to see Kerne? You asked her for something, yes?"
Flacsin's brow creased. "Oh yeah, I remember. She was making a little black box with a big button on it."
"Correct. That box contained a concentrated form of the technology used to power the Eye of the Invincible."
"The eye which gathered souls for Garland?"
"Yes. The box harnessed this technology and concentrated it into a small space. I then dismantled the box and combined the technology with the gun, allowing your gun to suck out souls from living bodies. The soul dissolves in the liquid in the red capsule attached to your gun, but once it comes into contact with air, it separates again, thus allowing me to contain souls and use the bodies for my own purposes."
"What are your own purposes?" asked Cian.
"Never you mind." snapped Phiran. "You are dismissed."
The men bowed and left the room.