Capítulo 158: To Write Fate

The moment the amulet touched my skin, a withering gust of mana blasted into my soul, overwhelming my senses and leaving me blind to everything but the excruciating pain. Even Grand Inquisitor Korvin's hand on my shoulder, dangerously close to the Sunpurge, faded from my mind.

The mana circled the countless fragments of my soul, tearing them apart before reassembling them, as a doctor set a broken bone. But unlike a mortal healer, the amulet spared little effort in preserving my comfort, completing the task in a ruthlessly efficient manner. 

As the process was completed, more mana coiled into compressed cords, spinning tightly around my soul. More and more strands tightened into place until my entire soul was bound in a layer of mana. More cords arose, bearing tapered tips, that then dove through the membrane, piercing my soul through entirely. The threads wove a complex tapestry of supportive mana, suturing the damaged fragments together.