Each thread resembled a secret stream, carrying vital soul energy toward some unseen abyss. Yet the cultivators remained rapt, convinced they were listening to esoteric wisdom. Serene smiles rested on their faces, as if wrapped in a pleasant dream.
"Using hypnosis to pull out their souls... That's beyond cruel!" Flaxseed hissed.
His fists clenched until the knuckles blanched, rage simmering like magma beneath cracked stone. Pictures of innocent cultivators having their spirits stripped flickered behind his eyes, stirring grief as sharp as his fury.
On the dais, Edison stiffened, his gaze sweeping the crowd before fastening on Jared and Flaxseed.
A predator's alertness flashed in those eyes, the way a leopard pauses when the wind shifts.
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