Elder Bonewick's eyelids twitched so violently they seemed ready to tear loose. His skeletal fingers clenched the Bone Sceptre until the knuckles blanched.
Inside, his heart hammered against his chest.
The Soul Devourer's confident assurances still rang in his ears. Yet here loomed a Draconian army bristling with war lust. And above it hovered Jared, his aura as bottomless as the sea, not a hint of injury marring him. The sight slapped Elder Bonewick across the face, and smashed the fate of the Skyfiend Sect along with it.
"Panic will get us nowhere!" Elder Bonewick forced down his terror, and the urge to curse whoever had lied to him, then bellowed, his voice bolstered by Netherlord force so it boomed across the mountains.
"They are nothing but an overgrown clutch of serpents led by a reckless youth. With our Ten-Thousand-Soul Grand Array, even a sovereign would break his teeth against our walls. Form up the array, prepare to meet the enemy!"
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