A/N; Posted my other novel recent chapter by mistake. So sorry dear readers.
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After listening to Arianna recount everything, Michael could not help but wear an odd expression.
From her words, he came to understand that the intense soul injuries and massive losses he had suffered in Hell had not stayed isolated there. They had reflected directly onto his other body in the Land of Origin.
That realization, while unsettling, made a certain kind of sense to him.
If there was one thing his two bodies did not possess separately, it was his soul. The soul was not something that could be divided or duplicated. It was his true identity, unchanged no matter how many bodies he inhabited or how many worlds he existed in at once.
Because of that, any damage to it would inevitably echo everywhere.
This was also why the destruction of his undead in any world affected him across all his bodies, even if the effect was usually small. A thread was still there, no matter how thin.
