"What?" Flaxseed's head snapped up, his gaunt cheeks flushing with a feverish light. "Say that again! Are you telling me my clan's souls are still out there?!"
Varek nodded once-slow, deliberate. "Everything points that way. The Malevolent Path Hall uses a depraved art that melts stolen spirits into its own strength."
He drew a careful breath. "They harvested too many Flaxseed clan members' souls to consume at one stroke. Some remain in cages of darkness, waiting, and suffering..."
At those words, tears rolled down Flaxseed's face, trembling like beads of rain on cracked earth. "Thank Heaven... If their souls survive, rebirth is still possible..."
Jared laid a steady hand on Flaxseed's shoulder. "You have my word. We'll pry those spirits free and give your kin the peace they deserve."
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