Chapter 5947

“What… what kind of sorcery is that?” The question ripped from Morven; the night-black whirl of his pupils shuddered with naked fear.

“Chaotic celestial energy-” Malcolm’s voice cracked, “—it can smother reincarnation aura this completely?” Ash color crawled across his face, draining every hint of defiance.

Jared closed his fingers; the pearl winked out of sight beneath his sleeve. When he lifted his head, the two remaining Ghost Kings found themselves under the full, unblinking weight of his stare.

A tremor ran through their spectral armor. Without meaning to, both retreated a single step, as if the gravel between them and Jared had turned molten.

“Cowards!” Morven roared, the word cracking like a whip. He lunged, intent on finishing what his subordinates could not.

“Morven, your quarrel is with me.” Oswald’s sword slid between them again, its edge humming the promise of injury.

Jared had already turned away, attention drifting toward the battlefield’s far rim.