Chapter 1773 Soul Severance. "Did you think I wouldn't have something against your race's trump card before I engage in battle?" The moment Zyros heard those words, he widened his eyes in horror. He wanted to move, but it was already too late. Tap Before Zyros could react, Nux raised his hand and placed his palm gently against Zyros's chest. The motion was deceptively simple, almost too gentle-completely different from the violent, bloodied blows that had defined their battle so far. Zyros was confused, thinking whatever Nux was planning didn't work. And then it happened. Whoosh Zyros was pushed back. "W-What...?" He was in disbelief. He... He was moving... His eyes then fell on something... "T-That's..." It was his body that remained standing, rigid and lifeless. "...me?" Zyros blinked, looking down at his hands, only to find them semi-transparent and glowing faintly. Once again, his gaze darted to his still, upright body in front of him, staring blankly into the distance. Its bluish glow had now disappeared; it was as if the body was devoid of life. "No... this isn't possible!" Zyros's voice was frantic, echoing unnaturally in the air. "What have you done to me?!" He screamed. Nux just smiled as he dusted off his hands. "You gave me too much time to prepare." Normally, as a Sovereign, none of his abilities would work on a Primordial because of the difference in energies, but... He had been preparing for more than a few seconds now. Ever since Zyros aimed his arrow at him and Vrakor, Nux's original body was standing right behind him, preparing his final attack. Why didn't he kill him before he could activate his Astral Anchoring? Well, that would have been too easy, wouldn't it? What if Soul Severance hadn't worked? Heh, that was simply impossible. Nux had seen Soul Severance work against Astral Anchoring hundreds of thousands of times. Etheryns attracted Umbrasol Progenitors' attention, and for any race, this was anything but good news. Those knowledge-craving Progenitors, in their relentless pursuit of understanding, had conducted countless experiments on the races that intrigued them. Everything Nux learned from their twisted insights gave him absolute confidence because that was simply how thorough those beings were. Never once, since the start of the battle, did Nux doubt whether Soul Severance would be effective. Zyros was up against the worst possible matchup. "I told you, did I not? This won't be quick." Nux spoke, his voice sounded like it belonged to a demon who came from the deepest level of worlds, shaking the very essence of Zyros. Horrified, he tried to run away. He didn't have too much control over his 'body,' but he could still 'float' in the air as if he were swimming. It was a feeble attempt, but he was getting away from Nux. Soon, however, something made him frown. Nux... He wasn't stopping him... Rather, he was only observing him with an unsettling calm. 'Fuck it!' There were too many questions in his head. Zyros, however, stopped thinking about everything and continued to get away from this monster. He had tried it already. In this form, he couldn't summon his Bow anymore, so attacking was already out of the question. He could only escape! But suddenly... His body stopped. It was as if he had hit an invisible wall. He struggled, doing everything in his power to push his body forward, but no matter how much effort he exerted, he couldn't move another inch. "What.... What is this?" Zyros's voice trembled. In the end, he turned back to Nux, who had been observing him with an amused grin all this while. "Going somewhere?" he asked casually, his tone full of mockery. "What have you done to me!?" He asked again, his voice laced with panic. "It is called Soul Severance," Nux finally answered. "It was once quite a popular technique that almost everyone in the Universe feared." Nux then glanced at Zyros and chuckled. "I guess you are quite young since you do not know about it." Of course, 'young' here meant less than hundreds of thousands of years before Umbrasol became uninhabitable and its people perished. "What did you do!?" Zyros didn't care about anything Nux said. He just wanted to know what happened to him, and like the good and gentle man Nux was, he answered. "I separated your soul and body. It's pretty handy when dealing with people who think they're untouchable." Zyros's ethereal form trembled as he stared at his body in disbelief. "This... is my Soul...?' He tried moving back to his body, this time, his speed much faster compared to when he was trying to get away. As he reached closer, he tried to reach out to his body instinctively, trying to become one again, but his hands passed through his physical form like mist. 'N-No...' The realization sank in. The connection between his Physical Body and Soul was completely severed. He couldn't reenter. "You... Zyros's voice shook. "You-how did you-?" Nux smiled, his expression calm, almost fatherly, as if he were consoling a frightened child. "Yes, yes, I understand. It's overwhelming at first," he nodded continuously. "But don't worry." For a moment, his expression seemed genuine, and then, His smile twisted into something darker, something demonic. "Things are going to get much, much worse. So much worse that these things would soon feel minor discomfort to you." Nux's grin widened. Zyros's soul shook, and Nux started walking toward him. "You see, there was a reason why Soul Severance was feared throughout the Universe despite there being only a few people capable of using it. It was one of the cruelest to have ever existed in the large history of this Universe. A merciless technique that ensures the severed soul's future will be nothing short of a waking nightmare. And do you know what's worse?" Nux questioned. "A Soul bound to its Physical Body. Even if the Soul Severance separates the two, the connection is still there. A Soul simply cannot exist without the body." Zyros's eyes widened as he realized what Nux was trying to say. "Yes, you figured it out." Nux nodded as he suddenly grabbed Zyros's physical body and, "As long as I have this body, you cannot escape. Your Physical Body is in a partially dead state and in your Soul Form, you cannot use any of your abilities or your Law. Do you realize what that means? It means that without any external help, you are utterly helpless. And trust me, Zyros, Where I am going to take you, there will be no help, especially for a run-away like you who left his World and settled far away as a mercenary."