In the dimly lit underground laboratory, Ravenna gazed at her original body under the faint light, her eyes cold and detached.
"Almost completely disconnected, there's even the possibility of never being able to return."
The iron-hued forefinger touched the soft flesh between her brows, but the intense sense of resistance and repulsion sent Ravenna's heart plummeting.
The soul may never return to its original body; this is the worst-case scenario.
This puppet, designed to confront the Etheric Academy, had been fine-tuned for combat, specialized in battle, but lacking in other aspects.
It was the least suitable temporary vessel for Ravenna's soul.
There were no fifth-stage experts proficient in soul magic within the Tower of Babel, and even if there were, they wouldn't be able to quickly remove the constraints Soren had placed on her.
