"That damned Lukyan Flerov stole our path of transcendence!" the old woman spat out through gritted teeth.
Indiana Ibbot said calmly, "Without the path of transcendence, you're worthless."
"What?"
Swoosh!
The old woman's face changed in shock.
She looked down, feeling a sharp pain.
Indiana's hand, as swift as a blade, had pierced through her chest.
His hand morphed into a claw, seizing her soul—a soul that had once been tempered by the power of transcendence.
It was a soul that had transcended!
But, with the path of transcendence stripped away, the soul, which had been nourished by that power, was now weakening.
Indiana opened his mouth and inhaled deeply.
The old woman's entire soul, now a ghostly light, was sucked into his body.
His aura erupted instantly, his comprehension of transcendence at 95 percent.
But he couldn't grasp that final 5 percent.
