Solomon had spent a great deal of time resting to recover from the wounds inflicted by the Overlord during the Great War, the biggest battle in the history of the Core over its throne. Had things gone according to plan, he would have fully taken over Baal’s body by now, hunting for the “Keys” while consolidating his forces.0

However, things had gone awry. Quite awry. During the trial of the Twisted Land, while defeating Ugnus and attempting to transfer his soul into its body to serve as a temporary vessel, he had suffered a grievous wound. Half of his soul had been destroyed, and with a single strike at that.0

One could say he had been defenseless at the time, but Solomon’s soul should have been strong enough to withstand most attacks from even the Transcendents. Someone like Imfelheim may have managed to land a meaningful blow, but this was more than that; it was a critical wound. He wondered whether such power might be possible for the Overlord in his prime, but quickly dismissed the thought.0

That attack had come from a blade. Based on what Solomon remembered from the Great War, the Overlord had never...0