He looked back, aggrieved, at the Magician.
"What now?"
"Focus your mind, channel the wind along the chain, ensuring it stays tightly bound to the chain from its emergence until it disappears."
"I..."
Yitu, looking at the regrouped palm and the skeleton playing with a dagger, swallowed his words.
He did as he was told.
And his demeanor was even more focused than when he had been a Mage in his previous life.
Each black hurricane released its full energy on the chain, maximizing damage and efficacy, and most importantly, the chain did not sway violently.
Soon, the entire chain lightened in color and, finally, with a resentful howl, completely disintegrated into powder.
"So it can be done like this..."
Yitu was surprised himself.
The howl indicated that some consciousness was hidden within the chain, something he had never known...
