Unfortunately for him, nobody seemed particularly interested in answering. The battle had effectively ended the moment it began.
The surviving Transcendents understood that reality far quicker than their leaders did. One after another weapons fell from trembling hands while fear spread through their ranks. The ruined settlement grew quiet again as everyone stared at the aftermath scattered throughout the valley.
Of the four Saint-ranked Soul Hunters, only one remained somewhat intact.
The leader.
The other three lay broken throughout the battlefield. Their soul projections had shattered completely and deep cracks spread across their yellow bodies. The damage wasn't physical alone. Their souls themselves had been fractured.
I walked toward the nearest fallen Saint. The shapeshifter immediately tried dragging himself backward.
"Wait—"
I placed my hand on his chest. The creature froze. For a brief moment nothing happened. Then countless silver-violet runes spread across my arm.
