The True Key

"Crack!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

The shattered disc of mirrorlike silver ice became countless crescent-shaped fragments that shot in every direction. Each fragment trailed strange, terrifying spell fluctuations, instantly leaving countless shocking black scars of rupture in the void.

This was not merely physical cutting, but a brutal violation of the laws of space.

The silver arcs did not vanish in a flash. They lingered like afterimages etched into the retina.

The surrounding void, already dangerously fragile, gave off a teeth-grating hiss as this power tore at it, like the dying cries of some enormous creature.

"Whew—"

Dago exhaled, his eyes blazing.

His mental power connected precisely to every flying fragment, like countless invisible control threads.

This sense of control was unlike anything he had experienced before—heavy, yet utterly fulfilling.

"Return."

At his mental command, countless scattered fragments of silver ice traced bizarre, angular paths through the air. Those trajectories defied inertia, unmistakable proof of spatial power at work.

They turned back into living liquid and swarmed toward him like silver bees returning to their hive, finally gathering in his palm as a ball of mercury that constantly writhed and changed shape.

At that moment, a brand-new soul imprint shone within the third soul imprint crystal in his consciousness space.

Its structure was so extraordinarily complex that even touching it with his mental power brought a sensation of slicing sharpness.

"It worked!"

Dago gazed at the liquid metal in his palm, which seemed to have acquired a life of its own, his eyes gleaming with a fervent thirst for knowledge.

"After incorporating the three spatial properties of 'teleportation,' 'stasis,' and 'shattering,' [Silver Ice] Living Silver Ice's destructive power has increased beyond measure... Its original physical cutting merely created 'wounds,' but its attacks now create 'gaps.'

"An object struck by it isn't