Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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The anchor, it turned out, was buried beneath the old well in the center of the village. Covered in thorned roots and ancient chains, the object pulsed weakly.
Victor sighed, unsheathing his sword. "Of course it's under a damn well."
After slicing through the roots and blasting the stone apart with a condensed burst of Void Qi, he found it: a core shard with a swirling vortex of trapped light. The system popped up again.
‒ [ANCHOR FOUND: Would you like to attempt Spirit Severance? Warning: Requires substantial spiritual resistance.]
Victor frowned. He wasn't sure he had "substantial spiritual resistance," but… "Do it."
Pain flooded his mind like acid. Visions, screams, decades of ghostly rage and grief slammed into him, nearly knocking him unconscious. He roared and poured every ounce of Void Qi he had into the shard.
It cracked.
Then shattered.
