[Ghosts' Headquarters — The Inner Hall]
BAM!
"Huh?"
Executioner and Patricia were stunned, their eyes locked on the dense, pulsating black ball of energy that materialized before them. It reeked of despair and stolen mana.
"What is this?" Executioner asked in confusion, stepping back slightly from the concentrated aura.
"That there is all the power I have absorbed from the Summoners I have killed in my life. It should be enough," Denton said, his voice ragged but proud.
Executioner turned to Patricia. She analyzed the sphere for a moment, her eyes reflecting its dark glow, and nodded her head. With a casual wave of her right hand, she seized control of the energy. It flew towards her and hovered in suspension beside the array of their sacrificed summoning cards.
"What about her?" Patricia asked, her voice devoid of empathy, staring down at Angelina.
