Chapter 645: Mental Essence

Salvatore Casson nodded. The group followed them to a pool. It held no water, only an ultrafine white sand that looked like flour. A bronze pillar stood at the pool's edge, polished smooth from countless hands. Magnus Zimmerman slapped his palm against the pillar. The white sand immediately churned, heaving into a small dune. It was what happened when raw strength was driven to its limit, though it still fell short of Power Essence. Then the sand at the peak condensed into a tiny figure. Its face...