Diego struggled to get back up. Looking at his wound, he scoffed. “We're both Nascent Souls, Jared. As long as the Soul exists, so do we. That's not enough to kill me.”
“Why don't we give it a try, then?” Jared stared at Diego before leaping at him once more.
Diego tried to cast his spell in an attempt to block the attack, but the moment he did, his brain was in immense pain.
That mental attack earlier injured Diego's brain, stopping him from casting any spell.
Snapping out of it, Diego tried to focus his spiritual energy to block Jared, but it was too late.
Jared had arrived right in front of Diego, and he plunged his arm into the latter's chest, rummaging for his Nascent Soul.
The pain made Diego's face contort with rage and agony, while everyone else watched on in horror. They had no idea what Jared was trying to do.
When Zion saw what Jared was doing, he felt a chill run up his spine, and he made a run for it.
Jared did not care about Zion's escape, as he finally caught Diego's Nascent Soul. In other words, Diego's life was at his mercy.
“N-No, please!” Diego roared. He had to go through hell just to get this far. If Jared were to destroy his Nascent Soul, even if it would not kill him, staying alive would be meaningless.
“It's too late for mercy.” With that said, Jared yanked the Nascent Soul out of Diego. The soul was only a bit bigger than Jared's thumb. He looked at it for a moment before tucking it away in his pocket.
The crowd had no idea what Jared had just tucked away in his pocket, but the sight still stupefied them.
“That guy's a demon. He ripped Diego's heart out and tucked it away in his pocket, didn't he?”
“Creepy. Never thought he would go so far.”
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