Kai breathed deeply. Before he could use his Broodmother to create a legion of rats, he had to do something with his souls.
He felt them tearing him up inside.
He quickly pulled all of the petty, lesser, and grand souls from his soul vault.
Almost fifteen thousand souls floated above them, making the sky look as though is housed thousands of planets right above their heads.
But they weren't released. They were still connected to him. Still overloading him with their energies.
Ylthara's town square trembled.
It began as a whisper of wind, then a chill that spread across stone and bone alike.
Shadows pulled unnaturally toward the figure in the centre, cloaked in black, hood down, hair damp with sweat.
Kai's breath steamed, despite the summer air.
His spine arched as his soulspace pulsed violently.
It was overfull.
Too many voices inside him.
Too many memories.
Too many souls.
[Contained Souls: 15,631]
[Warning: Physical body approaching rupture threshold]
