Weak Class of Anti-Hero

A wave of pure knowledge washed over my mind.

The dagger. It wasn’t a weapon. It wasn’t a power.

It was a key.

A key that opened the final door. The door to the fifth layer of the soul my father had spoken of. The Meta layer.

I understood.

Xylos’s clones were upon me, their hands outstretched to annihilate me.

I closed my eyes. I ignored the chaos outside. I dove deep within myself.

Deeper than the physical body.

Deeper than the spiritual body.

Deeper than the astral body.

Deeper even than my soul core.

I found a door. A black door, sealed by chains of shadow.