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The crescent moon symbol on her forehead blazed to life, casting a stark, blinding light across the darkened sanctuary. "Gina, no!" Lucien shouted, trying to shield her as three more hunters burst through the windows. But Gina didn't need shielding. She extended her hands, palms open. The spirit energy of the island, which Lyra had been struggling to control, suddenly recognized its true master. It rushed toward Gina like a tidal wave, wrapping around her forearms in ribbons of pure, ethereal white light.

“They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?” Evelyn raised her chin, her voice unwavering. “Because they are innocent. They are children, drawn into darkness by this cursed book. Punish me if you must, but help them.” The spirits exchanged glances, their forms shifting in the ethereal light. Finally, the seventh spirit, shrouded in a dark mist, stepped forward. Its voice was deep and resonant. “We will assist them, but know this: the path they walk is not ours to alter. They must prove their worth to survive.”

That was when Cherry suddenly turned into ash and disappeared into the wind. Two books were left where she had stood before. Quinn and Mia flew over to pick up the books out of curiosity. They used vital energy to pick it up like hands. "The Evil Spirit Divine Technique and the Dark Lightning Original Scripture. They look like the techniques she mainly cultivates," Quinn said as she carefully read the words on the book covers. "They don't sound like orthodox techniques," Mia commented. "Those techniques sound very similar to the techniques at the Nefarious Deity Sect and the Evil Shadow Sect. Let's take them back to Helena and Norm," Chase said.

ALTHEA. “I’m ready…” As soon as the words left my lips, the light on the candles became brighter, and my heart thudded loudly. I knew there was no turning back. The only question was whether I could trust the dark spirits. Would they give me what I needed without harming anyone? My head began to buzz with murmurs and whispers from the spirits. They were too many, but I could fully understand all of them. I could hear the excitement in their voices, like a family welcoming me home.

The light exploded outward. The Spirit shrieked. Not in pain — it did not know pain — but in recognition. The Chain was not merely a key. It was a record. A library of every crossing ever made, every sacrifice, every hand that had been held at the boundary, every whispered goodbye that had become a bridge. And in Eliana's grip, in the pressure of her palms against the metal, the library opened. The storm paused. For one impossible instant, the wind stopped screaming. The lightning froze in its tracks. The abyss held its breath.

My mind kept yelling at me, only resulting in the headache getting worse. The sun disappeared completely out on the horizon, and made room for the night sky to kick in. My head leaned back, and yet again I looked up at the stars, feeling my tears streaming down my cheeks. What’s going on? I sobbed between the screams that I tried to push past the fabric. Someone, somebody, had to be able to help me, to hear my prayers. Help me! Just this once! As if an answer to my prayers, a white, shining light suddenly appeared. It came right in front of me, shining bright like a star that had fallen to rescue me. The light was blinding and hurt my eyes, just like it would if you looked into the sun for t

Vera pressed her back against the cracked mirror frame, every nerve alight as the Howling Spire trembled under the Blood Moon’s crimson tide. The chamber’s damp air pulsed with uncontrolled psionic energy, dampeners sputtering in the corridors below. Lucien crouched beside her, claws flexing at his fingertips, his wolf-pulse thundering like distant artillery. “Eclipse is high,” he growled, voice thick with adrenaline. “They’ll be coming.”

Understanding what was going on now, Kira said, “So you decided to side with the 1-star untameable spirit beasts; the Soul Drenching Squirrels?!” “Ahh-haha-haha!” the Steel-winged Vulture laughed with a tilted head, towards the sky. “Now that's a smart one. I am impressed.” Beside the Steel-winged Vulture, the Soul Drenching Squirrel that led the other four said, “Steel-winged Vulture has relayed to us the secret manuals that the Royal Euphenic Blood cultivates, and it just happens that we also need to make breakthroughs in our cultivations to reach the Spirit Perception realm, I expect you to know what that means. . .”

Soiling herself in the shadows. Someone’s daughter, someone’s little girl. But she was foul—one of the foul spirits corrupting this place. Haunting, infesting it, bringing such ruin and disdain upon it. So the old, bitter rage surged in him again, rising up, frothing over, and his transfiguration commenced. His flesh began changing its shape, mutating, function and form, adapting to the task at hand; glowing with a phosphorescent aura one minute, becoming midnight-black and crawling over his frame the next. Tendons and ligaments visibly stretched, cartilage tore. Bones were splintering.

Novel: Soul Shard Captor [BL Version] Series: World & Soul Bureau Series Author: Lucy Pan Dora Started serializing on: 27th of June, 2020 On Goodnovel since: 6th of October, 2020 === LINKS === Support the author: ko-fi.com/lucypandora Author website: lucypandora.com Discord: lucypandora.com/discord === RELEASE RATE === 🔹 new chapter every day at a random time