"Ah, Lady Denia, although I'd rather not say it, I feel I must warn you," Pannis looked at Denia, blinked dully, and finally sighed as he spoke, "I was prepared to explain it all at once, but you interrupted me halfway through."
"Um, I think, from your account, one can already prove part of your speculation," albeit one of the oldest Deities, Denia didn't pause for more than a second as though nothing had happened and solemnly said, "Indeed, this suggests that Danacus has not completely fallen asleep and still retains some consciousness; otherwise, he would not have been able to drag Lady Nellie's soul into the battle. And you're right about your understanding of the soul battle, souls do not lie. Danacus being at a disadvantage is not a pretense, which means the sliver of consciousness he has left in this world is very weak, so weak it's almost on par with the soul of a powerful mortal. As for his remaining consciousness, it's likely still dormant, not yet awakened."
