He never felt the loss of his body more keenly than he did at this moment.

Which was kind of weird. Losing a body ought to make all sorts of trouble for anyone. But Zetta simply wasn't capable of being brought down by something like that. He was fine being a book. The essence, the core of the Overlord was far stronger and more dominant than his body.

He could've lived as a book for as long as necessary. There were days he forgot he was anything but.

Before Lash.

Now, well... base desires and carnal impulses aside, it would have felt really nice, just to hold her hand right now.

"The missions are starting to suck," he said, as usual completely failing to appear to have any emotional or intellectual depth whatsoever.