The same darkness and the same stillness– nothing seemed to have changed, down to the point of him lacking his physical body. No, this time one thing was different. Yang Jingshen didn't feel as terrified as before, or he at least had an inkling of what he was facing.
"You're quite an interesting human– especially for one with a soul damaged to your extent." It was the same voice as well, deep with a metallic timbre and decidedly male.
"Is it that damaged?"
"Very… And, don't just always call me the 'voice'. I'm not just any voice. I'm a soul guardian." (╯^╰)
If he was in his body, Yang Jingshen would've rolled his eyes. "Whatever! But, do you expect me to always call you soul guardian th– WAITWAITwait! I can speak? How am I speaking?"
