Sean rose to his feet, panting heavily. Beside him stood a deep-blue archway.
However, he had no mood to examine the bizarre scenery around him.
Sean silently looked at his hands, observing his own body with an unfamiliar seriousness for the first time.
My soul isn't complete...
That was the answer from the depths of his soul. There was no need to question it, nor any need to verify it.
Sean felt an absurd sense of disbelief, as though he had used something for over a decade only to suddenly realize he had never known what it actually was.
The soul that housed Pride, the foremost of the Sins, and had even witnessed itself on Soul Floating Island, was incomplete?
"This is damn ridiculous..." Sean muttered.
Beyond the shock and heaviness in his heart was another emotion that was difficult to put into words.
Still, Sean's personality meant he would not remain trapped in negative emotions for long. His thoughts were clear: even if his soul was incomplete, it would not affect what he needed to do or wanted to do.
Suppressing the emotions in his heart, countless questions sprang into Sean's mind.
It was not as though he had never seen an incomplete soul before. Voldemort was the finest living example.
However, his circumstances were clearly very different from Voldemort's.
The most obvious difference was that Voldemort himself could sense the state of his soul's completeness, because he had created the Horcruxes himself and split his own soul.
Sean's situation, on the other hand, clearly meant that his soul had been incomplete from the moment of his birth.
On top of that, none of the drawbacks of an incomplete soul had ever manifested in Sean. Let alone in everyday life, even his research into soul-related magic had never encountered