Eleanor's unique understanding of the soul stemmed from a lifetime of dedication, not to flashy techniques or combat powers, but to the soul's deepest mysteries.
Her focus had always been on the essence of existence itself, rather than the battlefield, where others like Wang Xiao thrived.
Unlike her, Wang Xiao, before his infamous descent into the graveyard of gods, might have classified himself as a Quasi-Sage.
His strength had been honed through countless clashes with hell spirits, his fists doing the talking, his power growing with each life threatening encounter.
It was only after surviving those soul-crushing battles that Wang Xiao could even begin to rival Eleanor.
Their paths had diverged so sharply—she, the quiet scholar of the soul; he, the brute warrior.