Trinity of Magic

Zeke's mind whirred with the implications of his plan. Using [Blood Manifestation] was already a delicate procedure, but attempting it on a Progenitor—a being whose Soul was far stronger than his own—was on an entirely different level. He paced, weighing the risks, yet the poison ravaging Winter's body left him no time to come up with a different plan.

Unlike with the Dragon, who was a willing participant and already connected to him, this process was much more arduous. To create a [Blood Manifestation], Zeke needed a part of Winter's essence to serve as a guide for the form the spell would take. Without it, his entire plan would fail. He needed to create an exact replica, something the poison would recognize.

Stepping back to the bedside, Zeke closed his eyes and sent a telepathic message. "Wolf, I'm going to try something different. It's risky, and it involves your Soul. I need your help, if you can hear me…"

Silence.

"Please… Just don't fight back, ok?"

Zeke waited, anxiety gnawing at him, but there was still no response. Winter was too weak to reply. Zeke's brow furrowed in frustration, but he refused to stop now. There was a chance Winter's Soul might retaliate during the process, and if Zeke failed to control it, his own Soul could be damaged—perhaps even destroyed.

Taking a deep breath, Zeke sat beside Winter again and slowly let his consciousness drift into a deeper layer of awareness. His vision dimmed, colors melting away as he slipped into Soul Sight, and his senses were immediately drawn in a specific direction.

There, he found it. Not far from him floated a massive, glowing white figure. The creature's fur shimmered like frost under moonlight, and its eyes burned with a fierce, ancient intelligence. It was larger than any Soul Zeke had ever encountered, its presence alone enough to send waves of pressure through the room. The wolf didn't move, yet its power radiated, drowning the space around it.

Zeke swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm. If he was going to succeed, he needed to tread carefully. Tentatively, he extended a Soul tether toward the wolf, willing it to gently connect with the Progenitor's Soul. As the tether approached, a sudden growl resonated in the air, shaking his concentration. It wasn't a sound in the traditional sense, but that was the best way Zeke could describe the sensation.

The wolf's Soul stirred.

Zeke's mind raced as he fought to steady his emotions. His experience with Souls had taught him one crucial lesson: the key to handling a Soul was to maintain a calm, focused state. Easier said than done; it felt like he was walking on the edge of a blade.

Steady, he reminded himself, trying to soothe his own nerves. With deliberate precision, he guided the tether forward once more. He moved slowly as if approaching a dangerous beast. The task was nerve-racking, and Zeke's unease grew with every moment. Before the towering white wolf, he felt his own existence shrink—like a fragile snowflake drifting toward the sun.

As soon as the tether touched Winter's Soul, the wolf's eyes snapped open, fierce and glowing. Yet, that was all that happened; it didn't resist. Perhaps the Progenitor had heard him and managed to keep his Soul at bay.

Zeke grew bolder, reinforcing his tether, but there was still no reaction. He prepared to extract a piece of Winter's Soul. While he had ample experience, extracting hundreds of Soul Fragments from the Archmage in Undercity, this would be his first attempt to steal an actual piece from a complete and far more powerful Soul.

His mind was on high alert. This was the most critical moment. From his own experience with Soul damage, he knew the pain would be intense—enough to test Winter's control over his Soul. With a swift, precise motion, Zeke's once-gentle tether sharpened, slicing off a single strand of the massive wolf's fur…

The reaction was as immediate as it was violent.

A crushing pressure erupted as the Soul lunged at Zeke, its massive jaws snapping with bone-crushing force. Panic surged through him, his instincts screaming in alarm. Zeke tried to retreat, but the wolf was too fast, too powerful. As its jaws closed in, Zeke braced himself for the pain. This was going to hurt. His reinforced tether held a considerable part of his Soul. How much would he lose—a day's worth of memories? A week? A month? More?

Just then, a roar echoed through the void, deep and ancient, shaking the very foundations of the Soul plane.

A draconic roar...

The wolf's attack halted mid-motion, its ears flattening as the cry reverberated through the space. Slowly, the beast backed down, a low whine escaping its throat as it calmed under the influence of the sound.

Zeke took a shaky breath, his tether quivering from the tension. He quickly re-focused, using the opportunity the Dragon had created to secure the fragment of Winter's Soul. He carefully grabbed the small, shimmering piece, holding it delicately in the grasp of his Soul tether.

The fragment flickered, radiating a faint, icy glow. Zeke didn't dare move too hastily as he fully enveloped the fragment with his tether. He had plenty of experience with this part, but he still didn't dare to be careless. He brought the tether back to his own Soul, attaching it to himself to prevent it from evaporating.

It was done.

Zeke exited Soul Sight, his vision returning to the physical world as he felt the weight of the fragment inside his core. He glanced down at Winter's body and placed a hand on the Progenitor's chest. The process had taken a toll on him, but there was no time to rest.

He whispered a soft thanks to Khai'Zar before beginning the next step.

[Blood Manifestation].

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