Coordinate Destruction

"Tower Master..."

The young man smiled and nodded at Undine.

Undine let out a soft breath, her tone complex with relief and worry alike. "You're finally back."

She then told Dago about renewing the Soul Contract with the Thorn Ring.

"...&*@...%"

Dago softly recited a complex incantation, each syllable seeming to tremble with mental force and stir the free energy particles around them.

After the chant ended, he slowly raised a hand, his pale fingertips tracing a complex, profound pattern through the air.

This was no ordinary construction of magical power, but a resonance from the depths of the soul—the tangible manifestation of a wizard's compromise with the rules.

The pattern solidified in the void. Its lines swiftly burned red as if seared by invisible flames, radiating heart-palpitating waves of magic before sinking deeply into the void like a brand—and into the depths of the young man's soul.

Undine had watched closely throughout the entire process. Once Dago had finished, the last trace of worry in her beautiful blue-violet eyes vanished as well.

Her taut Mental Force Field finally relaxed. She seemed to loosen completely as she let out a soft breath, then took the initiative to explain to Dago, "It's not that I don't trust you. After the Old One Revival Society incident, everyone needs to renew their contracts, myself included."

"I understand."

Dago nodded calmly, as if it had not been he who had just sold away a portion of his soul's freedom.

In this cruel Wizarding World, trust was a luxury. Only contracts and rules provided eternal security.

He then habitually reached up to rub his brow, as though even such a simple contract-signing process had drained most of his energy.

The overdrawn mental force sent needle-like pain stabbing through the depths of his mind, the exhaustion