While his raw soul strength still needed time to mature, the very structure of his soul made him impervious to every form of soul manipulation, suppression, and destruction.
That alone placed him in a category apart from every other expert of the Lower Domain, perhaps even the Middle Domain. It was a blessing born from a curse.
Max stared silently at the green figure of his soul for a long moment before his gaze shifted—drawn not by will, but by instinct. Just a few meters away, something else flickered in the vast blue world of his Soul Palace. A small red sphere.
At first glance, it seemed insignificant, almost like a speck of color lost in the overwhelming serenity of blue.
But unlike before—when it had simply rested there silently for years like a dormant artifact—it now pulsed. Slowly. Steadily. Like a heart. Like it was… alive. The faint crimson glow it emitted rhythmically shimmered with every beat, as if breathing.
