Chapter 5504 Not A Soft Hearted Savior
- Jared ignored the rising panic behind him. His right hand lifted from the stone recess, bringing with it the half-man-tall Soul Urn.
- A thread of Black-White Flame danced at his fingertip. With almost casual grace, he touched it to the vessel's clay skin.
- The flame looked fragile, a candle flicker—yet power rumbled inside it like a star held in cupped palms.