Distant Memory

"This is the remains of Lockmarton?"

Hao Ren sighed as he received the shimmering substance from Tunalar.

Only the size of a fist, it felt muzzy like a smoke ball without a solid core. But it had a certain weight too it. Hao Ren could not tell if it had a physical or non-physical body. The main body was dead, but this fragment was pulsating as if it was still alive.

A layer of spider silk glowing in silver light enveloped the fragment without touching it. It seemed like a fragment floating inside a loose cocoon.

The spider silk worked to isolate the exchange of energy between the fragment and the outside world—just in case.

"It's like the 'image' of a shattered mighty soul," Anthony, the expert in the field of souls, said as he stroked his beard. "Lockmarton's power was incredible. If we hadn't harnessed the power of the goddess to suppress him, he would have posed a great threat to the ordinary inspectors."