As he spoke, the general's hands moved fluidly, fingers curling and spreading like a predator's claws. A burst of dense black light erupted from his palms, flowing like liquid shadows to wrap around the fish-shaped spirit.
With a deep hum— "Om—"— the spectral fish trembled, its body shimmering in resistance. Though unintelligent, the Yin Cave spirit instinctively recognized the danger, and its raw survival instinct erupted like a tidal wave.
Dark Yin power surged violently from its body, and the air thickened under the oppressive coldness. The very Yin Cave trembled, resonating with the spirit's desperate struggle, and the entire rocky chamber quaked as if about to collapse.
Max flinched at the rising waves of Yin energy and looked toward the cave's mouth, where black mist rolled in furious tides. The shaking was growing stronger, and small stones fell from the jagged ceiling.
