He felt it traveling, squeezed to his stomach like a giant marble.
Inanimate, unremarkable.
There was nothing special for it to give or take.
Zax's consciousness was declining, soon he will really die. The dark attribute's essence seemed to not care whether it is in the spatial ring, at the palm of his hand or even inside his body.
His approach was wrong, he slowly figured, but was way too weak to muster another solution to somehow use or ruin what others coveted from him along his life.
A wisp of soul energy, perhaps involuntary perhaps deliberately, escaped from his spherical soul, coursed from his head down.
…
“No!” His Young Eminence lost all forms of his typical sacrosanct and poise demeanor.
“He… He… Consumed the perfect dark attribute’s essence!” Helev Hetra cried in distres
