Atlas pulled back with widened eyes. He looked at the stump that was now his left arm, unable to truly understand what happened.
'It's gone.'
As both [Regeneration] and his wood qi were being used to balance his vitality, he couldn't heal it either.
'Dammit.'
He stared into those swirling black rivers. He felt his soul being sucked into a place it could never leave, a place where it would be trapped for an eternity if he allowed it.
'However, that feeling must be confronted. This is my answer, regardless of how perilous it is.'
This was the Hell Guardian's core. If he couldn't destroy it or at least unravel it, he would never win this battle.
'Right. Destroying it is impossible until I can understand that energy.'
However, if these tree roots were keeping that energy contained so it could power the guardian, then he could unravel the roots and free the energy, right?
