On the way after leaving, images of human soul bodies kept echoing in Logan's mind. He secretly vowed to find a way that would not harm the human race but would enhance the demon clan's strength. He knew it would be a journey full of challenges and difficulties, but he was willing to strive for just and peace through exploration and practice.
In the gloomy and dark depths of the Demon Clan Castle, in a huge hall built of black stones, candlelight flickered, casting mottled shadows. Logan, a young noble of the demon clan, sat on a throne carved from bones. His expression was stern, his eyes profound as if he could see into people's hearts.
"My Lord, we demons have been relying on the souls of humans to shape our bodies in recent years," a burly demon clan servant with a fierce face stepped forward, his voice raspy and deep yet filled with a longing for power, "Most importantly, we can become even stronger by absorbing the soul power of the human race!"