Kasha City, a room deep within the prison.
Inside, the White Robed Advisor stomped off the ground and charged forward, drawing ever closer to the isolated and helpless General Soren.
By then, the White Robed Advisor's body was already wrapped in a layer of purple-black energy. Deadly energy blades had formed at the tips of his five fingers, ready to seize General Soren by the throat and sever it.
Closer, ever closer.
Three meters, two meters, one meter...
Fifty centimeters, twenty centimeters, ten centimeters...
Just as the White Robed Advisor was about to touch Soren, just as he was about to succeed, he suddenly felt an immense resistance arise before him.
The light in the room dimmed, and a pitch-black energy wall appeared in his field of vision. Before the White Robed Advisor could react, it rapidly pressed toward him.
"Crash!"
In an instant, the energy blades at the White Robed Advisor's fingertips shattered, followed by all five of his fingers.
"Aah!"
The White Robed Advisor cried out in pain and quickly retreated. Then he saw the black energy wall rapidly withdraw into Soren's body, after which a shadow condensed behind Soren.
The shadow looked like a copy of Soren—identical in height and build, but without a face.
The White Robed Advisor was startled and did not know what to say. He knew that Soren was an utterly ordinary person with no extraordinary abilities. He truly could not understand what this strange shadow was.
Soren, however, did not waste words. He glanced at the White Robed Advisor and ordered the shadow, "Kill him. Destroy his soul."
The shadow nodded silently, its body springing forward as it closed in on the White Robed Advisor like lightning.
The White Robed Advisor warily extended his other intact hand, condensing a thick gray Energy