Xena scoffed at his proposal. "How amusing that a Malevolent Phantom is offering to make a human stronger. Do I look like a child to you?"

Just then, the chef himself entered the private dining room, carrying steaming plates of food. Once he left, Specter gestured to the food.

"Eat while it's hot. I have no interest in human food."

Xena didn't even reach for her fork as she said, "I've lost my appetite. Am I free to go?"

To her surprise, Specter simply waved a hand.

"You may leave whenever you like. I offered to strengthen you for two reasons. One, because you're a Soulhunter, and two—well, Felix, of course. As for why a Malevolent Phantom would help a human? Let's just say, no matter how strong you get, the final outcome won't change.

"My contact information is already in your bag. Call me when you've made up your mind."

Xena left without another word. However, Specter seemed utterly confident, unfazed by her rejection. He picked up a strand of scalding noodles with his bare fi