Kael reached into his system storage and pulled out the Netherworld Soul Locking Flag.
Flutter.
The cloth unfurled behind him—runes blazing as it floated in the air. His hands formed rapid seals—snap, snap, snap—and ten souls erupted from the flag's pocket dimension.
SHRIIIEEK!
Ten translucent forms materialized around Kael—the Storm Wolf Alpha, the Abyssal Thornsire, the Thunder Lizards, the Lightning Serpents, and the rest. Each one radiated hostile soul energy, their tempered forms denser and more refined than when they'd been first absorbed.
Darian Scott pulled himself from the rubble. He wiped the blood from his lips and his eyes narrowed. His hands formed hand signs—snap, snap—and lightning gathered around him. Not just any ordinary lightning—rule-infused lightning, blue-white and heavy with conceptual weight.
His aura spiked—WHUUUM—Spirit Soul Rank 1 mana surging through his meridians, feeding his rule power.
"Let's go all out then," Darian said.
Kael smirked.
