Nyx's POV
Inside the golden beam, a wave of fatigue crashed over me, signaling the depletion of my soul sense. I couldn't afford another attempt, let alone resist the overwhelming force I had just encountered.
The sheer power and mastery behind the destruction of my spear were beyond comprehension.
Disbelief and despair clawed at my soul. Whatever this mysterious entity was, it had demonstrated insurmountable strength that I wasn't even able to fathom it leaving me utterly powerless.
Worse yet, I still had no clue what form of magic or ability it had used to obliterate my dark spear.
Depressed, I dragged my broken beam through the depths of the Astral Realm. Each pulse of my soul sense was a reminder of the failure that now weighed so heavily on my heart.
