Chapter 777

Easton cast Andrew a fleeting, enigmatic glance, his eyes deep and inscrutable. Without saying a word, his already faint form rose into the air to join the other seven in completing the formation. Beneath them, the intricate array at their feet was almost finished. Andrew quickly realized that the formation was fueled by their soul power—something visibly draining the spectral figures. Their fading forms were a testament to the immense cost of the ritual. At the heart of the array, Kern, still reeling from his recent beating, faced an even greater threat. The formation's suppression could very well eradicate him completely. "Kill me? Do you really think it's that easy?" Kern's voice echoed weakly but defiantly. The black mist around him churned, shifting and growing as if preparing for one last desperate attempt to escape. "You're not going anywhere!" Easton barked, his voice sharp and resolute. Without hesitation, he began burning what little soul power he had left to hasten the c