The Nine Yin Fiend Array erupted into a maelstrom of supernatural fury around me. Black lightning crackled through the air while ghostly figures clawed at me from every direction. The oppressive energy pressed down like the weight of a mountain.
"Finally!" Sebastian shouted from the sidelines, his face lighting up with vindictive joy. "No one can survive that!"
The assembled crowd watched in tense silence as the dark energy swirled violently. Even Master Chen looked worried, his weathered hands clenched into fists.
Through the chaos, Alistair's triumphant laughter rang out. "You see? This is what happens when you challenge a true master of the mystic arts!"
The vengeful spirits pressed closer, their hollow eyes burning with hatred. Each one represented a life Alistair had taken, and their combined malevolence was suffocating.
But I stood calmly in the center of the storm, completely unaffected by the supernatural assault.
"Is this supposed to impress me?" I asked casually.
