A glowing, janky, semi-translucent chair.
It wasn't even that ugly. It just… didn't last.
He conjured one now, willed the soul energy into shape with that now-familiar golden hue, and watched it flicker into existence.
Four legs, backrest, even a fancy little swoop on the seat just for style.
"Not bad," he murmured.
Then he tossed it across the room.
The chair sailed maybe two feet before it fizzled like a wet sparkler and vanished in the air.
He exhaled sharply. "Right. The core."
That was the issue.
Soul constructs — unlike simple soul energy attacks — needed a continuous stream of energy to stay solid.
And for anyone trying to use soul energy, they acted like a glorified battery. The moment the link between them and the object was severed — poof.
Gone.
Sure, he could place a tiny core of energy inside the construct to keep it going, but that took way too long to be viable in combat.
By the time he finished the delicate tuning, he'd be dead. Or stabbed. Or both.
