The body was a vessel for vitalis. A pool that had run dry couldn't simply refill itself. And yet Oscar, standing at the edge of death, had somehow regained vitalis."Caleb, you're not pulling my leg?" Atlas leaned forward. "If this is real, it changes everything in the martial world. People like us, worn down by age, are already beyond saving. But there are grandmasters whose vitalis was destroyed by others."His mind was already racing through the implications. The martial path had never been an easy one. Sparring, feuds, rivalries, there were countless ways for a grandmaster to have their vitalis shattered or deliberately ruined.Once vitalis was gone, so was their rank. And no matter how hard they tried, rebuilding from nothing was nearly impossible."Those are small fish." Caleb waved a dismissive hand. "No matter what he's lost, Oscar is still the former Draconox Archon. Nobody dares touch him."He gestured toward Oscar. "Show him."Words alone wouldn't be enough.Oscar ga
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