Elvin struggled to lift his head, bloody froth clinging to the corner of his mouth. He gasped, "I... I'm from the Caesar Dia Kingdom."
Murphy said flatly, "No. I'm talking about a world, not a kingdom."
A flicker of confusion crossed Elvin's eyes. He fought back the sharp pain in his chest and said in a clearer tone, "I am talking about the Caesar Dia World. There's a distinction between 'kingdom' and 'world' in the Nightmare Language, isn't there?"
Upon hearing this, an inscrutable smile appeared on Murphy's face. "The Nightmare Language? How interesting. Right, Caesar Dia World?"
The language Murphy spoke was the Soul Language—a language that became self-evident under the rules of the Old Realm after he reached Foundation Establishment.
It was as natural as breathing.
Upon crossing into the realm of the Extraordinary, an Extraordinary life form would naturally acquire this language.
Murphy had a rough understanding of the principle behind it.
