'It's done,' Max thought, breathing heavily, his entire body soaked in sweat. His mind felt numb from the intense focus he had maintained for hours, and yet a satisfied smile tugged at his lips.
He remembered the last time he tried something similar — when he first began condensing his raw soul force into thin threads. Back then, it had taken him an entire week to complete the process, constantly struggling to shape the formless energy into something structured.
But now, with his Yellow Soul supporting him, things were different. It only took a few hours this time. That alone was proof of how much stronger and more refined his soul had become. If it had been someone else, someone with a weaker soul — like a Red or Orange Soul — they probably would've needed at least a day or two to finish what he just did.
The newly formed golden sword gently lifted from his hand and floated upward, calmly resting in the air above the Soul Palace like a guardian watching over its master.
