So Solomon Wreath's death magic couldn't sense Bakura...that was interesting information, though she wasn't certain how useful it was.
"No," she replied, catching the suspicion in his voice. She didn't let the soul sight fade, trying to focus on the blur that continued to move around Bakura's soul. It was like a memory that drifted within the subconscious, inaccessible to conscious though, but still there.
"Den Nár-reiða is not behind this." Her head was beginning to hurt, the sight was not designed to be used in this fashion and forcing it was apparently not a good idea, so she let it fade, wincing at the suddenly colorful world. "It's moving just beyond comprehension, too quiet to sense when there are so many other souls wandering around."
As far as she knew, nothing should have changed, he was the same as he was before he disappeared into the ring, his soul hadn't changed color, there wasn't a foreign presence within it, only around it.
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"No," she replied, catching the suspicion in his voice. She didn't let the soul sight fade, trying to focus on the blur that continued to move around Bakura's soul. It was like a memory that drifted within the subconscious, inaccessible to conscious though, but still there.
"Den Nár-reiða is not behind this." Her head was beginning to hurt, the sight was not designed to be used in this fashion and forcing it was apparently not a good idea, so she let it fade, wincing at the suddenly colorful world. "It's moving just beyond comprehension, too quiet to sense when there are so many other souls wandering around."
As far as she knew, nothing should have changed, he was the same as he was before he disappeared into the ring, his soul hadn't changed color, there wasn't a foreign presence within it, only around it.