SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: An incomprehensible soul

Damon gave a small nod.

"We can start right here if you please." Artimius pointed to the terrace in front of him.

"Just like that?"

"Yes. The water is calming, and I am in my best state at the moment. There is no reason to delay it. Just sit cross-legged right in front of me."

Damon didn’t hesitate. He walked a few steps forward and sat down on the cold stone, cross-legged, facing Artimius. The pain in his body flared as he moved, his soul reacting violently to even the smallest shift in mana. But he gritted his teeth and endured it. If there was even a chance to stop the splintering, he would take it.

Artimius knelt in front of him, placing his soul sword to the side. He extended both hands, palms facing Damon. "Close your eyes," he instructed. "Focus only on your breathing. Let the sound of the waves guide you."

Damon obeyed. The world faded around him as he concentrated on the rhythm of the sea. Inhale. Exhale. Over and over. Gradually, the buzz of mana began to hum more steadily in the background.

Soon, the temperature around them dropped slightly, and a pale silver light began to glow between the two of them, forming an intricate rune circle on the floor. Faint motes of light rose into the air like fireflies, spinning slowly, orbiting around them both.

"I’m going to reach into the cracks," Artimius said softly. "You’ll feel pressure. You’ll feel pain. Don’t resist it. Let it pass through you." f\reewebn ovel(.)com

And then it began.

Damon felt something delicate brush against his soul, gentle at first, like the tip of a feather touching a wound. Then it pressed deeper, and the pain hit. Not physical. It was the kind that made your heart lurch, your memories flicker, your very identity scream. The kind of pain that made you question what was real.

He grunted, jaw clenched. "I can take this." Damon panted, his determination firm.

Artimius smiled faintly, eyes still closed. "It’s only the beginning."

The ocean roared around them, wind swirling. The silver light between them pulsed, growing brighter.

Threads of mana stretched out from Artimius’s hands, weaving into Damon’s chest, not into his body, but into the shattered lattice of his soul. Each thread sought a fracture, a splinter, a crack, and gently wrapped around it like stitching a torn cloth.

Damon’s breath hitched as pain flooded his mind. More pain and then more pain. There was nothing else except for the pain. He was gasping now, sweat beading on his brow despite the cold. But he didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

But on the other side, Artimius’ condition was worse than his. The old man was shivering and trembling uncontrollably. Blood was seeping out of all of his orifices, and he was drenched in sweat and blood from top to bottom.

It looked like he had also vastly underestimated what he had set out to do. Damon’s soul was unlike anything he had ever encountered.

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