Chapter 123: Calling for Aid

In the vast, echoing void, Khaalseru's colossal form towered as she prepared to face the grueling task of extracting the shard from her divine essence.

With a steely resolve etched across her slightly aged features, she reached for the now dark, oozing shard that had marred her existence for millennia.

"[Let's get this pesky thing out]," she uttered, half to herself, her voice echoing with a mix of sass and weariness.

As her godly fingers wrapped around the shard that pierced deep into her heart realm, her form trembled with the intense agony transmitted by the corrupted weapon, more intense than she had anticipated. The physical manifestation of her pain was almost palpable, even in the void that surrounded them. Her face contorted, and she gasped, pulling her hand back swiftly.