Kael formed hand seals—snap, snap, snap—his fingers threading together in rapid patterns. The Netherworld Soul Locking Flag floated behind him—hummm—its cloth unfurling, runes blazing.
The sixteen souls inside the flag ignited.
Flicker-flicker-flicker.
Each soul blazed with condensed soul energy—tempered by the Lightning Lake, refined by weeks of absorption. The Abyssal Thornsire's soul burned brightest—its crystal-antlered form visible through the cloth. The Storm Wolf Alpha's soul crackled with residual lightning. Fourteen others pulsed in unison.
The dragon watched from the garden's edge. Her lightning-gold eyes narrowed and a small smile crossed her face.
Oh, she thought. I see what he's trying to do.
The soul power from the sixteen souls flowed.
Not into the flag's internal space. They flowed outward and through the bond Kael had formed with the flag, the soul energy of sixteen absorbed beings poured into his body.
WHUUUM.
