Chapter 5716 Threads Of Fate
- "Bonewick, you have sorely disappointed me. You cannot even manage this trivial skirmish after the meager faith I placed in your Skyfiend Sect."
- A figure surfaced above the skull-altar—no more than smoke stitched with hatred—its shape trembling, its edges fraying. This was a mere remnant of the Soul Devourer's soul, a hundred times weaker than his prime, yet the malice in those spectral eyes had lost none of its razor.
- "Soul Devourer, at last you crawl into the light!" Jared growled.