The valley erupted, an ocean of gray spirits boiling skyward, their walls coiling together until the air itself seemed to sob.
Thousands burst from ruins, bone piles, even the ragged seams of space. Some retained twisted human shapes, others rolled like fetid mist, all bearing emerald flames where eyes once lived. They did not fly so much as swim, bodies rippling through the air and leaving rings of colorless ripples in their wake.
"Set up the array!" Winslow barked as he swung his cane outward.
Silver threads erupted from the tip and expanded into a vast shining web that snapped shut around the party like a celestial net.
Azure runes flowed along every strand, exuding the tranquil force of the Clearheart Soul-Guarding Array, the bane of all malevolent entities.
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