"The Blood-Forging Soul Array!" an elderly scholar shrieked.
"An ancient demonic formation! Back away now!" Panic slashed through every face.
The group scattered toward the tunnel. Jared retreated with them, cold clarity settling in his chest.
So, it is a snare... Someone doesn't merely want us dead. They want our very spirits refined into fuel...
Shadows peeled from the cavern walls, resolving into more than a dozen figures clad in black combat gear. Each wore a snarling demon mask, their aura sharp as winter steel.
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