A New Sean

"Souls are a wizard's anchor. Once you deliberately split your own soul, it is not merely that you, as a whole, cease to be complete. Your magic, sanity, and so on may also be divided away in ways beyond comprehension."

"As it happens, this place is connected to the Underworld—heh. If those who have yet to split their souls but intend to do so are the people most afraid of death, then those who have already split their souls to create Horcruxes do not even dare to look death in the eye."

Gryffindor stared at Sean with a dangerous gaze and pushed the full-length mirror toward him.

"One look is enough to prove whether you have ever split your soul. Boy, judging by your expression just now, I'm somewhat inclined to believe you, but I need proof. Let me warn you first: once someone who has split their soul looks directly into this mirror, the aura of the Underworld will naturally draw in their soul. It is much like the River of No Return, but the Underworld Mirror only draws in Residual Souls—souls without bodies."

Sean frowned. He truly had never split his own soul. The two Horcruxes he had created had used Soul Fragments from other people.

He should not have had any reason to fear the Underworld Mirror.

But for some reason, Sean still felt uneasy.

Seeing his hesitation, Gryffindor, who had already become less suspicious, narrowed his eyes. "Boy, sometimes hesitation is the answer..."

Sean decided to tell the truth. "I have Horcruxes, but I did not split my own soul. I turned two uncontrollable Soul Fragments into Horcruxes."

Gryffindor frowned. "Creating Horcruxes requires murder..."

Sean spoke candidly. "I did kill people, but I do not feel guilty about it. And I have killed far more than