Inside the hidden treasury of the Bone Citadel, the sacrificial river continued to roar while Jacob stood before the opened passage like a silent calamity.
Countless currents of vitality, death, fear, faith, shattered Law fragments, and Undead Authority were being dragged from the battlefield above and pulled toward the endless darkness beyond the gate.
But before those currents could vanish into the prison below, a portion of them twisted, bent, and rebelled.
The Life Bane Wheel behind Jacob revolved with terrifying majesty. Its black section devoured, its white section refined, its ghostly purple section separated, and between them all, the faint incomplete Colorless Arc flickered like something that should not have existed.
Jacob's hollow sockets burned with profound light.
'More.'
The sacrificial river screamed as another stream was stolen.
