Splitting Soul

There he was looking at the figure in the roofless skies of the decrepit building, still collapsing below him. 

 Draxx was powerless as for the second time when seeing this fiend his thoughts became frozen.

With a stare that sent a shiver through Draxx's skin, Taf looked on but in his mind, there were a few questions that were in need of answers.

He was certain that this weasel had died and by this means forfeited the controls of his art. How was it then that he escaped the grasp of both Marco and Benzalo? With the two being lords this should be inconceivable. 

If he had not planted a fail-safe within Draxx's dantian, his days would have been spent thinking this was indeed the case.

However, after observing Draxx's cultivation that was now at the sixth stage of qi condensation, whatever means surely had significant side effects.