The mysterious soul secret power that Azraeth V' khorath unleashed was unlike anything seen before. Though incapable of breaking the spiritual formations or the immortal weapon that sealed him, it conveyed a message—one only his own soul could hear.
That message had a fixed destination: the ancestral temple's soul tablet, where the black demon Sect in the blackspire mountain stored each member's original soul essence. As long as the soul tablet remained lit, that soul was counted among the living.
This was crucial for the demon clan — their unerring gauge of life and death among their people.
"Open the secret method!" Azraeth's eyes flared blood red, his soul igniting with fierce power to transmit the warning.
His burning will wrote an urgent decree in the air — swelling with words of dark menace, warning the tribe:
