Extra's Rise: I Stole All The Women In The Hero's Party

A glowing, janky, semi-translucent chair.

It wasn’t even that ugly. It just... didn’t last.

He conjured one now, willed the soul energy into shape with that now-familiar golden hue, and watched it flicker into existence.

Four legs, backrest, even a fancy little swoop on the seat just for style.

"Not bad," he murmured.

Then he tossed it across the room.

The chair sailed maybe two feet before it fizzled like a wet sparkler and vanished in the air.

He exhaled sharply. "Right. The core."

That was the issue.

Soul constructs — unlike simple soul energy attacks — needed a continuous stream of energy to stay solid.

And for anyone trying to use soul energy, they acted like a glorified battery. The moment the link between them and the object was severed — poof.