Continuing their mission in the dark chasm, Jett and his companions spotted more wicked souls. Each one tried to seize the bodies of the dragons under Jett's command and trumpet its return to the living world. Yet everyone now understood the Harbinger's scheme and dealt with the spirits in the only fitting way—by beating the shit out of them.
Eleonora's swift swordsmanship moved like a breeze that could only be felt against bare skin. For the wicked souls, however, that breeze tore their cloudy bodies open, leaving raw wounds that bled the Harbinger's mana.
Jett's crimson stare became the final nail in their coffin; under his gaze every spirit spat out the Harbinger's seed, which he then crushed beneath his sole.
