This strand of soul was like a hair on a body, carrying no consciousness or thought, it merely contained part of Hermes's imprint.
As it left the body, Hermes quickly drank a liquid from a small bottle, and the depleted strand of soul soon regenerated itself.
"Hopefully this time, it can last a bit longer."
With a forward push, the runes merged with the crystal stone.
Watching this scene that he had experienced many times, Hermes relaxed his mind, calmly waiting for the result.
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Whoosh——
Whish, whish...
In the void beyond Chaos, not far from Hermes.
There floated a fragment of land, several dozen miles in size, yet Hermes seemed as if he saw it not.
Hermes's conjecture was not incorrect, only now, with the world of Hemenu shattered, all its scattered fragments had long been drifting towards Chaos.
