Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2233

Nothing could make Trevaris release his hold.

The struggle between him and Vlad took place entirely within the realm of the soul. No one could see the toll it was taking on him, but Shannon could feel it vividly that his soul was approaching its limit.

This couldn't go on—not like this.

She had to make Vlad give up the resistance and force him to sever his grip, or she would tear the soul out by force.

Her eyes swept across the hulking form of Albany, clinging to Trevaris' back. A spark of inspiration lit in her mind. Without hesitation, she raised her hands and formed a mudra.

In her domain, all things bent to her will.

A moment later, a glowing array lit up beneath Trevaris' feet. The moment the array activated, Albany glanced down at it and launched off his back and into the air.

On the other side, Thalia narrowed her eyes at the array. The familiarity of the scene soon struck her with a realization.

At the center of the battlefield, Shannon's fingers moved swiftly through a series of intricate mudras, her voice steady and clear as she chanted, "By the nine orifices shall I be transformed; in all existences, shall each return to place and restore its form…"

It was the same incantation she had used to transfer Albany into its new body. That spell had taken great effort to master then, but now, it might be the key for today.

As her chant resonated through the domain, the array beneath Trevaris flared to life, radiating golden light. The light repelled malice, while the formation tore at the divine soul entangled within Vlad.

Alongside it, Trevaris poured in every ounce of his soul power to pull.

Vlad could feel it now—an overwhelming force was clawing into the depths of his soul, prying the Velquin fragment free.

On the other end of that soul connection, Trevaris felt the familiar essence, too. His heart leapt, and he gathered every shred of his willpower into the pull.

Inch by inch, the devoured shard of Velquin's divine soul began to break free from Vlad's grip.

With so many "elders" present, they couldn't stand by and let a young descendant carry the burden alone. Shannon had already done a lot, after all.

Seeing this, Shannon didn't try to divide her focus further. Instead, she steadied herself as the Wynthorpe elders poured their strength into the array.

Four streams of divine souls, connected through Albany's consciousness, were linked with Trevaris' strained spirit. The moment they connected, they pulled at once.

Vlad felt it—something inside him ripping free. The millennium-long entanglement between him and Velquin's soul—the swallowing, the struggling—suddenly reached its end.

Even if he hadn't wanted it to end this way, part of him had always wished for release.

For all his darkness, Vlad had never truly belonged beside the phoenix's soul. It was too bright and too pure for him.

As the last tendrils of malice were severed, Velquin's soul broke free at last.