Fel laughed. A scary, pitching screech of a laugh.
You underestimate where my allegiances lie. This is not a fight to the death, but a challenge. Anyhow, the souls I have are the souls of those willing to die, not those who are holding back. I have... more of a negotiating ability when it comes to souls. shall I demonstrate?
With that, he held up his spear, and Sain's collected souls moved over to it, turning from red to green when they touched the Mass of souls.
My name is Fel, the Essence Reaper. Fighting with souls will get you nowhere. It seems I am... kinder... to them. A haven, in exchange for their power. The essence of all those who die are lured to me. Great warriors... magus... powerful leaders... are... DRAWN to me... they accept my aid in exchange for a place to live out there life in freedom. Moreso than Hell or Heaven.