"They‘re here..." Jared's voice was soft, yet it detonated in every ear like thunder.
Even before the echo faded, the entire Seventh Hall shuddered violently, as though a thousand cavalry horses pounded the ground.
A shriek of air split the night. Outside, countless black figures fell like a torrential rain, blanketing the Seventh Hall and sealing every exit. Hovering above them all, a single black-robed man, Dioz, floated in mid-air, nine soul banners snapping in the wind behind him.
The faces sewn into the soul-banner screamed with gathering frenzy, rot and fresh blood blending into a visible gray shockwave that surged straight toward the Seventh Hall.
"Jared, crawl out here and die!" Dioz's voice sliced across the plaza like a wind from hell, so cold and venomous it bit to the bone.
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