Chapter 5923

Malcolm nodded in satisfaction, raised his hand, and with a flick, a palm-sized gray-white token shot from his sleeve, landing in Soul Devourer Puppet’s hand.

The token was made from the special bones of the Reincarnation Realm. On the front was a twisted character for “Puppet,” while the back was covered with densely packed command runes.

“This is the Puppet General Token. With it, everyone in Malevolent Path Hall-save for me must treat your word as mine. All resources, puppets, and Soul Hunters are yours to dispatch.”

Soul-Devouring Puppet clasped the token. Runes flashed in its eyes, and the bone slipped beneath the skin of its palm, leaving only a faint gray sigil.

“Go on, then.”

Malcolm, cloaked in night-black silk that drank the hall’s torchlight, swept his sleeve in a single, unhurried arc. The gesture bent the incense smoke and rattled bronze braziers along the red-stone walls. “Let the whole of level twelve taste the power of reincarnation…” he declared, each word landing like a war-drum.

The Soul-Devouring Puppet tipped forward in a precise, ceremonial bow, then turned on its heel and strode from the throne hall, joints clicking with clockwork certainty beneath lacquered bone.