"By paper, man is barred; by mountains, spirits are marred; a thousand evils cannot pass, ten thousand fiends break not the glass... Seal!"
A figure materialized directly in the path of the fleeing Divine Sea Temple Steward. It was Ryan, encased in his combat mech. As he appeared, the mech's fingers moved with surprising dexterity, weaving a complex series of hand signs in front of its chest.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A volley of yellow paper talismans, accompanied by several wooden slabs, shot forth from a launcher on the mech's arm. In the blink of an eye, they formed a shimmering, golden, bowl-shaped array in the sky.
"A mere mystic?" the Steward's Spirit Phantom sneered, though a flicker of surprise crossed its ethereal features. It quickly recovered its arrogance. "Though I've lost my physical form, my Spirit Phantom is far beyond any common wraith. You think this trash and paper can hold me?"
Even now, his confidence was unshakable.
