Every wraith wore a snarling mask of hate, so thick with malice that the very air grew viscous around them.
"Netherworld Ghost Claw!" Dioz's fingers curled, colossal black talons materialized and ripped at the void, lunging for Jared with space-rending force.
Jared's focus sharpened, he could taste the danger.
Dioz's strength dwarfed anything the Shadow Pavilion Devotees and Blood Guards could unleash.
A true Earthly immortal...
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