Two streams of pitch-black mist rose behind Thaddeus Vane.
In an instant, one of them condensed into the shape of a colossal mammoth, while the other took the form of a massive ape. Both phantoms towered behind him, their faces twisted into savage, menacing expressions.
"He has two spirits too?!"
The entire city fell into an uproar. Ethan had only just summoned two different forms, which everyone had assumed were spirits, and that alone had already shattered their understanding of what was possible. The Soulweaver Sect had disappeared a thousand years ago, and countless generations had passed since then. Few people even remembered the name anymore. Even those who had heard the old legends had never actually encountered a living Soulweaver. The entire continent had once joined forces to purge them, erasing them from history as thoroughly as they could. After a thousand years, even the stories passed down by word of mouth had naturally faded into obscurity.
