"Bonewick, you have sorely disappointed me. You cannot even manage this trivial skirmish after the meager faith I placed in your Skyfiend Sect."
A figure surfaced above the skull-altar, no more than smoke stitched with hatred, its shape trembling, its edges fraying.
This was a mere remnant of the Soul Devourer's soul, a hundred times weaker than his prime, yet the malice in those spectral eyes had lost none of its razor.
"Soul Devourer, at last you crawl into the light..." Jared growled.
He lopped the head from a Skyfiend elder who dared strike at his back, then leveled a gaze of lightning-cold Intent at the phantom, but held his ground, the thing felt more like a relay than true flesh.
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