It was like trying to move a limb that had been amputated.
The mental command went out, the intent was clear, but the mechanism to execute didn't exist.
The spirits' laughter erupted around him, openly mocking him.
"He doesn't understand!" the silver-haired woman cackled, genuine amusement bleeding through her contemptuous mask. "He tried to use borrowed power in a realm that only recognizes what belongs to the soul!"
"Pathetic," another voice added, dripping with disdain. "Completely reliant on gifts from others. Take those away, and he's nothing. A warrior without weapons. A mage without magic. Just a confused child wondering why his toys stopped working."
"This is what passes for a Soul Warden now?" a third spirit questioned, shaking his head with theatrical disappointment. "Malakai would be ashamed. We're all ashamed. The title deserves better than someone who can't even access his own power."
