This was an immense hollow.
At its center was a pulsating thing formed from condensed power.
It resembled a heart, yet seemed more like some kind of creature.
At that moment, the heart was giving off a faint glow.
It was so enormous that standing before it made Ling An feel utterly insignificant.
Watching that pulsating thing-or perhaps the trembling of some creature-Ling An felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Yet he had never seen it before.
Was this the Heart of Domination?
Beside this "heart," the Abyssal Herald lay helpless, tightly bound by tentacles.
Of course!
It was the Touch of the Old Days. They possessed the authority of domination and intended to forcibly dominate Dreamless's remaining power, just as Ling An himself had planned to do.
If they succeeded, everything he had done would come to nothing.
"Stop them!" Soran's voice rang out behind him.
He turned to find that she had followed him inside.
Her once-sacred armor was drenched in blood.
She, too, had reached her limit.
"Ling An, our survival hangs on this moment. We cannot let them absorb any more power. Destroy... the Heart of Domination!!!" Soran cried.
At last, the choice lay entirely in Ling An's hands.
The Touch of the Old Days, Dreamless, Soran-they had all reached their limits.
Only Ling An still had faint wisps of flame drifting over his body.
If he wrung everything that remained from this body, he still had enough strength for one final strike.
Without hesitation, Ling An summoned his spear for the last time and walked toward the Heart of Domination.
Suddenly, he sensed resistance.
The Touch of the Old Days... were they in pain?
Ling An looked at the "heart" in confusion.
A Threnodian?
Why would they feel pain?
Ling An faltered.
Something instinctive was