Chapter 5735 Your Turn Now
- "Begone!" the Soul Devourer snarled. With a lazy flick of one skeletal wrist, an obsidian soul spear congealed—dense as reality, honed to pierce creation itself. It shrieked across the void, aimed dead at Coall's skull.
- The dragon whipped his serpentine body aside. Even so, the spear grazed his neck, shaving off a sheet of gun-metal scales. A gash to the bone yawned open, and black vapor rose to gnaw at the spirit beneath.
- "Coall!" Jared cried, the name tearing from his throat.