The law of existence had been applied without exception or mercy.
The duration of the screams exceeded that of prior groups.
Three more notifications erupted:
[400 Souls Processed]
[Soul Army Capacity: 800 → 900]
[500 Souls Processed]
[Soul Army Capacity: 900 → 1,000]
[600 Souls Processed]
[Soul Army Capacity: 1,000 → 1,100]
The final batch rose.
Two hundred and ninety-three Blight Demons. The last batch Jack had decided to sacrifice. Their forms dragged upward by the Chain with force that made them convulse and thrash against invisible restraints that couldn't be broken.
These were the final souls from the initial massacre.
The ones whose corpses had been left to rot in the clearing, whose essence had been bound to this location by the violence of their deaths.
Jack watched them all and, with each convulsion, repeated the same phrase.
"It is the duty of the weak to be stepped on by the strong."
