Chains of thought and dominance formed mid-air, lashing down through the mist like iron-scripted verdicts. The spiritual fragments of the fallen resisted, of course they did, but their wills had already cracked under the Second Circle's weight, and their pride had been desecrated by the shame of their death.
Jin Tu snarled once before falling silent.
Lu Shenyi twitched, his runes flickering erratically, then folded like burned parchment.
Yan Qinglan opened her mouth, silver tears dripping from her lashes, and knelt without protest.
And Wu Jinhai… looked up, one last ember of divine hatred flickering in his reconstructed eyes.
Damien's voice cut it down.
"You follow the beast now."
The hatred vanished.
All four bowed low.
