In the fourth layer, Anon sat in meditation, visualizing. Upon opening his eyes, Anon's gaze pierced through the darkness with an eternal golden display.
Sighing, Anon mused in silence, 'My soul has really transformed. In the short time of lucidity, I unknowingly developed such a technique to refine one's will.'
Though he never heard of the existence of will-refining techniques, having created one himself, he knew that they existed.
To create something from nothing simply showed the almost incomprehensible level his comprehensive ability had arrived at.
Anon knew that it was impossible without the mind swallowing abyss's existence. And with so many large fragments of foreign memories, he had realized his own uniqueness.
If others could devour remnant souls and wraiths to evolve their own soul, access to the Lost Lands itself would've likely been restricted by his father.
Instead, soldiers are actively encouraged to venture into the Lost Lands in squadrons.
