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In his dantian, Zax could only feel that his soul link with the Earths Core and Black Core was slowly fading, but in his Qi channels and soul AHHHHH! Excruciating pain cut through Zax two of the three aspects, soul and Qi. Zax roared madly, winced and banged his head to the ground. GRHAAAA! His voice cracked and echoed for hundreds of meters as pulses of black radiance were sent from the Black Core and black long spikes pierced every fiber of the last aspect, his body. The sudden pain was intolerable to the point that Zax could not think straight. He was awfully conscious of everything, the piling of his soul, the disintegration of his body, the Qi which liquefied and formed crystal like clots in the Qi channels, but his mind it retracted. All of it, in this rare chance, while the protection of the soul was wavering, the only safe haven was within the seed of his creation, the spirit.