The idea that Jared, once a hunted our on level six-could stride into level seven and obliterate a Soul Urn felt impossible. Even a fragment of the Soul Devourer's power was more than most level-six cultivators could fathom, let alone overcome.
That ancient fiend's cruelty was legend, its methods whispered to chill marrow. For chance to escape such clutches hinted at hidden forces, secrets Drystan could neither explain nor ignore.
There is no time... This must reach Enaricus immediately!
Drystan straightened, resolve crystallizing behind storm-dark eyes. He understood the stakes, one wrong decision could topple halls and dynasties alike, and he dared not shoulder that consequence alone.
Drystan's mind raced. Jared had not only shattered the Soul Urn, he had likely uncovered the covert alliance between the Celestial Palace and the Malevolent Path Hall. Should that truth spread, arrows from every faction would converge, drowning the Celestial Palace.
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