Can cut anything

“No, just Ghorm. But it’s their nest, and they’ll meet on the full moon. Best time for Ghorm to work his magic on a new hollow. Splat ruined his a few months ago and Drake says he’s burning through the new ones too fast—he’s sick, broken. Something’s the matter with him and he can’t keep them from rotting.”
“He’s wounded.”
Muse snorted. “That’s not possible. We exist or we don’t. There’s no ‘wounding’ an asura. We’re spirits. We don’t work like that.”
“A sharp enough edge will cut anything. Even a soul.”
“So someone cut Splat’s soul?”
“You’re the empath. Am I lying?” Ryn stood.
“Holy shit.” The next shot glass shook in Muse’s hand and she gulped it down. “You serious? You can cut an asura?”
“I can cut anything.”
Muse breathed out a curse, but her fear gradually changed into something else. “You wouldn’t cut me. I can tell. Have a drink with me. Or five. Bet you’d be a fantastic drunk.”


Chapter 13, page 206-207