...This basement of the manor transformed into a sun-bleached hellscape.
Vass didn't just release his soul energy; he detonated it.
A massive dome of golden-white fire expanded from his body, reaching over 700 meters wide in a fraction of a second.
The heat was so intense it reached 1800°C at the core, evaporating the green ectoplasm into dry, cracked black clay.
Bloodshine flinched, her vision white, but the inferno curved around her like a living shield. Even in his rage, Vass's control was surgical—a testament to the raw talent of an SS-rank Soulbound warrior.
The gargantuan Eldritch wailed, a sound that vibrated the very bedrock of the town.
Even the town folks above heard it, many looking around in fear of what was tk come next.
But as the echoes died down, Vass's grin faltered.
There was a secondary sound layered within the monster's shriek—a ragged, human scream, wet and full of agonizing clarity.
