320 The Master and His Apprentice

The gigantic Grim Reaper — which was an amalgamation of countless souls — raised its titanic scythe, which seemed large enough to cleave heaven neatly away from earth. With the fearsome aura of a world-splitter, it swung its blade down towards the Archmage.

This was not an attack aimed at the physical body; it was an attack aimed at the soul, and it could not be dodged, neither could it be blocked.

Whatever the Archmage did at this point would not have mattered. His only option seemed to channel all his energy into his own soul, in order to try and resist the attack. However, the meaning of the Demigod Lich's previous words still echoed in the mind of the spectators: just how was a single soul supposed to shoulder the burden of countless others, all by itself?