"My… my body is back…" The voice was filled with joy but Bruce did not answer. He did not linger.
Village rooftops blurred beneath him. Guard posts, snow laden alleys, isolated cabins half buried in frost. He moved through them like a passing thought, present for a heartbeat, gone the next.
Some hosts cried out in confusion as control returned to them.
Some lashed out instinctively, weapons swinging at empty air.
Some tried to run from the sudden presence that materialized at their backs.
Some froze entirely, terror locking their limbs.
None could block it.
Soul Shatter did not clash against muscle or bone. It did not compete with mana shields or reinforced flesh. It ignored what belonged and struck only what did not.
