Chapter 5237 Spare Your Life
- “What?” Flaxseed’s head snapped up, his gaunt cheeks flushing with a feverish light. “Say that again. Are you telling me my clan’s souls are still out there?” Varek nodded once—slow, deliberate. “Everything points that way. The Malevolent Path Hall uses a depraved art that melts stolen spirits into its own strength.”
- He drew a careful breath. “They harvested too many Flaxseed clan members’ souls to consume at one stroke. Some remain in cages of darkness, waiting—and suffering.”
- At those words, tears rolled down Flaxseed’s face, trembling like beads of rain on cracked earth. “Thank Heaven... If their souls survive, rebirth is still possible.”