"Hmph. I knew your hearts were rotten! You barge in with parlor tricks to spy on me? Today you enter and never leave. The Thousand-Bamboo Soul-Locking Array could use fresh blood to season its birth!"
Dark mist surged around Luther's frame, ready to lash out.
Jared lifted a hand, palm toward Luther, stilling him. His own face remained unruffled as he studied the shifting bamboo and the crawling sigils.
A faint shake of his head dismissed their theatrics.
The formation is elegant, wood spirits woven with illusion, confinement, and killing intent...
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