C48 Second Soul Technique

The orb was teeming with a blue, spiderweb-like substance, its surface as smooth as a mollusk dwelling in the depths of the ocean. At its heart, a drop of golden liquid hovered, ethereal yet tangible, cradled by a delicate veil of water.

Ye Cann's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself amidst a landscape of devastation. Charred straw huts, crumbled mud dwellings