This was the soul remnant of the Soul Devourer himself, no mere projection but the closest thing to his true form.
Compared with the shadow Jared had faced at the Skyfiend Sect, this presence was a hundred times fiercer, every wisp condensed into lethal intent.
Though still incomplete, the raw pressure of its soul remnant alone slammed into the arriving Draconian army, making even seasoned warriors feel as though unseen chains cinched their threats.
The Soul Devourer's voice scraped across the vault, summoning echoes from every restless spirit. "Jared Chance, I had not yet set out to hunt you, and here you stroll straight into my lair. And you even drag in this swarm of slithering reptiles to die beside you, how very thoughtful."
Suspended in the thick crimson gloom, Jared faced the skeletal throne from a distance that felt razor-thin. Not a hint of fear touched his features.
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