The chakrams in his hands spun, the edges making contact with one of the approaching ghost-like figures, one that had turned into a hammer. Everything had a semblance of haziness, their shapes conforming to the effect imbued in them, forming their essence.

The mist forming the chakram was polluted by the substance in the hammer, with a similar situation occurring in the other party. The damage, in the sense, wasn't anything physical, but a collision of mental states, wills, memories, etc.

The damage dealt was similar to a rock splashing into a bucket of water, spilling some droplets beyond its confines. The process here was the same, the moment the chakram and the hammer met, the fragments in their makeup spilled out, the momentum carrying them radially away.

This led to a slight decrease in the substance making up the colliding parties, with the chakram coming out on top after having lost a lower portion of the fragments. Jyorta willed his emotions into his chakram, further solidifying it, causing greater harm to the hammer whose momentum had been impeded.

Now, the rotation of the chakram dealt damage to its stationary foe. Another ghost-like figure approached him, having turned into a blade, slashing at his sides. Jyorta raised his other chakram, blocking the attack, letting out a grunt after witnessing his chakram shattering into two under the attack.

One of the broken pieces flew past the blade, scrapping its surface in the process. The other piece lodged itself in his body, quickly dissolved, and used to reconstruct another smaller chakram, half the original size.

A third ghost-like figure approached from his front, looking humanoid, sending a punch his way. The punch slammed into his chest, causing the fragments in the area to spill out. A part of the opponent's fragments were lodged in his body, as a resultant of the attack. But, his losses were severe.

Jyorta raised his leg and kicked the humanoid figure, causing greater damage than the one he was inflicted with. He glanced at Ehara Gobi, watching her in a slightly worse state than his, having to face against four ghost-like figures, with all having turned into weapons.

In reality, flashing into existence above the blue soul was a pair of eyes, jet-black in colour. The next instant after its appearance stirred up something from the memory fragment cluster, causing his brain to go into overdrive, rapidly accessing innumerous memory fragments.

The thin blue thread spread forth from his body, heading into the Mental Realm, seeping something inside the mental body of Jyorta. Sensing the changes, a slight smile crept up his face, his actions experiencing a subtle change, revealing more flaws than before.

'Another one of his arrangements has been revealed.'

Suddenly, his smile froze over, glancing at a large crack that had formed on the transparent dome, spreading further with every passing second. The cause of the phenomenon was a hound, violet in colour.

Its eyes shimmered with ghostly flames; its face blanketed the crack on the dome, spanning a size greater than 20 metres were it to exist in reality. It lacked a body, only possessing a face. It shot forward its tongue, licking the dome, the force behind the action completely shattering the dome.

In the real world, Atika Light was startled, noticing the barrier she had erected to help Jyorta destroyed easily. Even though its effect in the Mental Realm was subpar, thanks to Atika Light lacking knowledge in regards to the domain, she was still shocked when the barrier was broken, that too in such a short period.

'Only the weakest of the remnants should have been attracted towards Jyorta. What is happening in there?' She glanced at his head, wondering if she should probe into him further. A second later, she decided against it, remembering the incident from a couple of days ago.

The hound flew towards the two figures, causing all the ghost-like projections to spread to the sides, as if paving the way to a monarch. The seven ghost-like figures fighting Jyorta and Ehara Gobi too retreated, causing all fighting to stop.

Ehara Gobi looked at the hound in shock, mumbling in despair, "So, something sentient has been birthed here after all."

The red sphere in her body flashed with a black light, spreading it through her body in an instant. She teleported behind Jyorta, elongating the shortened spear in her hand, the tip aimed at his back, positioned three centimetres above the spot of the blue sphere.

The spear tip shot forward, approaching his back, turning solid, causing Ehara Gobi's size to shrink. She had gone all-out in her attack, her actions slightly bordering on desperation after witnessing the hound.

The four pairs of arms on his back, the ones resembling a Floating Spider turned solid. The four pairs of arms crisscrossed themselves, blocking the spear tip, causing it to break after it had shattered three pairs of arms.

"You were acting right from the start? How? This should be your first appearance in this realm." Her eyes widened in surprise, watching the remaining pair of Floating Spider arms grab hold of her extended hand.

The blue sphere in him flashed with a black hue, coursing the phenomenon through his body. Jyorta turned around, causing his chakrams to be dissolved into his arms, turning his right arm jet-black. His left hand shot forth, grabbing her remaining hand, locking it in place. Both of them used their trump cards, with Ehara Gobi's attack turning into a failure.

Jyorta's right hand pierced through her serpentine body, corroding the fragments in the area of contact, soon approaching the red sphere. Before Ehara Gobi could mount any semblance of resistance, Jyorta deactivated the blackness in his arm, grabbed hold of the red sphere, and yanked it out.

The moment the red sphere arrived in his hands, he pressed it on his body, watching it collide with the blue sphere in him, immediately fusing into a singularity. The red strand connecting Ehara Gobi to the body of the Wisdom Parasite in reality snapped.

A feeling of descent enveloped him, causing his consciousness to arrive at reality, engaging the same state as before, possessing two perspectives. But now, he had complete control of both the perspectives, noticing the state of his Brain Crystal.

Its surface had disintegrated considerably, showing a slight decrease in size as compared to before he visited the Mental Realm.

"Dammit, I never expected him to be a Psychic Parasite." Ehara Gobi cursed, watching the hound arrive before her. She was a hidden subsoul, planted by Gajara Rahi the moment Rhachis Ancestor Light had acted on Heima, severing her connection with her.

It was unknown as to what her existence signified and the reason she was planted deep within Heima's soul. But now, none of that mattered.

The hound gazed at her with interest. It opened its mouth, revealing two rows canine teeth, the tongue inside wriggling gently, condensed to the extent it had turned realistic, its features sharp and definite.

Ehara Gobi condensed the spear again, shooting it towards the hound. The spear made contact in the area around its nose, sinking into it like an object encountering a quicksand. The fragments that made up the hound seemed to be glued together, sporting affinity with one other.

Ehara Gobi's attack didn't even cause any ripples to form on the hound, losing the fragments that made up the spear. Her body had shrunk even more, becoming only three-fourth her initial size. The hound inched forward, watching her with its eyes shimmering with ghost fire.

Its tongue shot out, licking Ehara Gobi once, absorbing most of the fragments that formed her makeup, leaving her state on the verge of dissipation. Unable to mount any resistance, Ehara Gobi resigned herself to her fate, watching the hound completely absorb her upon the second lick.

"Aiee," The hound suddenly let out a squeak, bringing its tongue outside its mouth, watching traces of black marks covering it, imbuing in it some unique sensations. The hound hovered in the region, watching the figure of Jyorta who lay in a sleeping pose in reality.

It imprinted his image in its eyes, floating in the air with its tongue laid out. As time passed in such a manner, the black marks were absorbed into its tongue, causing a mystical change to erupt within itself.

Two faint patterns formed on its forehead, spanning two unevenly drawn lines, lacking any structure. The hound licked a ghost-like figure present near its back, one that had turned into a hammer, absorbing everything that made up the other party.

Its eyes shimmering with ghost-fire spiked in intensity, symbolising something mystical, one whose consequences had yet to become pronounced.

In reality, the consciousness of Jyorta watched a sphere—fused from the blue and red sphere—come into contact with the Brain Crystal, stabilising it. Within a couple of seconds, the surface of the Brain Crystal stopped disintegrating.

Soon, it began to secrete a white substance, seeping it into the tissues in the brain, the process slow, causing zero negative effects. His two perspectives dissipated while his consciousness expanded, no longer condensed into a unity.

He soon lost his senses of his brain, leaving him in a muddled state, one that was his usual state. Jyorta opened his eyes, waking up to witness a beam of light seep into his head, drowning his senses.

He suddenly fell unconscious, his thumping heart slowed down to normalcy, the same happening to his breathing rate. Standing beside him, Atika Light observed through her Skills, heaving out a sigh of relief.

'I don't know what had happened there but, he made it out alive.' Atika Light let out another sigh, having confirmed his identity. She then retracted the beam of light directed at him, watching him wake up in a matter of seconds.

"Congratulations on your successful breakthrough. Once your Brain Crystal heals from the damage, you will become an Area Controller." Atika Light smiled.