The Archduke's ambient dark mana, the absolute domain of the Reaper, was radiating outward from the carriage like an invisible fortress.
To the ghosts of the Capital, the approaching carriage did not look like a vehicle; it looked like a rolling, apocalyptic black hole of annihilation.
As the Vanguard drew closer, the chaotic spectral activity abruptly ceased. The arguing guards scattered. The poisoned nobles fled in terror.
The ghost population of the Capital practically stampeded out of the way, parting like the Red Sea, terrified that if they brushed against the Archduke's aura, their souls would be permanently frozen and shattered into the Abyss.
Seraphina smiled, leaning back against the velvet cushions. 'My dad is officially the best ghost-repellent on the market!'
"We are approaching the Gates," Kaelus announced, his voice snapping her out of her spectral observations.
The Archduke was no longer relaxed.
