"Well enough," he answered, accepting that soul. It absorbed and joined the other 98 and a thrill moved through him. He'd been keeping count, and this was their last one. Finally! All they needed was that Witch's Soul to keep the others in check, increase his power, and he would be a Deathscythe. He'd finally achieve what he'd wanted from his very first 'meal'.

Lily turned in a circle and he was right on it, reaching out for some sort of direction.

"The area is clear, but it seems the flames haven't burned away any of this mist. I suppose that is the power of a Kishin. I sense nothing down this street, however. Perhaps we should touch base with the others. That is soul ninety-nine and it makes me the closest thing to a Deathscythe... perhaps that Tatsumi boy and his gunblade's only line of defense if something goes wrong."