"Let me go."
"Kaelan, you are outrageous."
Blackeye's Primordial Spirit had been ripped from her body by Kaelan. He had used Magic to shrink it down to the size of his palm, and now he held it tightly in his hand.
The woman, Blackeye, struggled, trying to escape. But she was held fast, unable to move. No matter how desperately her Primordial Spirit fought to break free from his grasp, it was useless.
He raised his hand and slapped her Primordial Spirit several times.
"You... you dare to strike me."
Staring up at the towering Kaelan, her shrunken Primordial Spirit trembled with rage.
Before she could say another word, her Primordial Spirit was slapped several more times.
He had imbued the slaps with Magic, so with each one, the woman known as Blackeye felt excruciating pain wrack her Divine Soul.
