I took the Magic Power I had stored in Nox, Lux, Borealis, Aurora and the remaining Magic Power of Tartarus.

I sucked them dry, allowing me to cast the huge magic needed to be cast in a single move.

Incomplete Seeds flew all around me.

A number impossible to count, even for me.

All the Incomplete Seeds of Tiphoon, Borealis, Nox, Lux, Aurora and Tartarus.

There are a few individual seeds on those planets, but I shall leave for Tiphoon and them themselves to decide what to do. It doesn’t concern me.

One of them begun to be nourished. It begun to change.

I felt pain, as my own Seed started to vibrate awfully.

Soon, small strands of light, as small as a line of atoms, started to glow.

Those where connecting me and the Incomplete Seed.

Those are the invisible connections between it and me.

The things which keep it as a Seed of Reason. The thing which keep it like a copy of me.

They started to rip.

No more connection. The Incomplete Seed begun to quickly deteriorate, but the magic nourishing it also started to change it. I had a glimpse of the old World Tree inside the Seed - but was it indeed that Tree, or just an illusion of mine?

Soon, Tiphoon intervened.

That single Incomplete Seed begun to change even more drastically, as I lost control of the Magic Power. Tiphoon was now the one controlling it.

Soon, only my body remained in space.

Empty of Magic Power.

Empty of Qi.

Slowly suffocating as time itself had been frozen around me.

The Incomplete Seed had changed. It had turned into a smaller dot, and then slowly reached for a pool of goo.

It was no longer an Incomplete Seed of Reason, but rather a Seed of Instinct.

The smallest the lifespan of a living being, the greater is its mortal souls’ craving for Magic Power.

Those previously long-lived beings who before held incomplete seeds and mortal souls… those humans which had uncontrollable power from birth…

They would be no more.