A glance forever

"Dewey?"

Jonathan looked at the ethereal Soul Body in the hands of the Sun-Devouring Saint, his eyes narrowing at first, then his expression darkening completely.

"What have you done to him?"

Finnegan had once shown him a portrait of Dewey, with a purple gold crown on his head, dressed in a black gold silk robe, exuding an immortal aura. The resemblance to this soul projection was unmistakable.

This Soul Body was undoubtedly Dewey's true form.

The Sun Devouring...