"Don't worry, Castiel." Sam patted his shoulder. "We'll bring them back."
There were no unnecessary farewells. The convoy tore through the night like arrows loosed from a bow, speeding toward the abandoned docks where the Turners were being held according to the intelligence.
Castiel vanished in a flash. As the vanguard, he rushed ahead into the skies above the docks and began clearing out the low-level demon sentries wandering the area.
At the manor, Wu Heng sensed that the rescue team had set out and hesitated no longer.
He formed hand seals with both hands and shouted, "Activate!"
The Severance Array flared to life!
Four-colored light coiled around Jesse's body like living creatures, and an indescribable agony—as if his very soul were being torn apart—instantly swept through him.
He let out a muffled grunt, his body trembling violently.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped across his forehead, yet he clenched his lips shut and made no sound. He only gripped the toy in his hand more tightly, frantically replaying every warm memory he had shared with his foster parents. He forcibly suppressed the Power of Words within him, which had instinctively begun to stir and seek retaliation at the sensed threat.
The severance proceeded slowly yet resolutely amid the pain.
Jesse felt as if his consciousness were adrift amid raging waves, like a tiny boat on the verge of capsizing. Only the toy in his hand and the images of his foster parents in his mind served as his sole lighthouse.
Yet just as the severance reached its most critical moment, when Jesse's core of power was about to be touched, a sudden change occurred!
The space above the Severance Array twisted, and a consciousness carrying wickedness and mockery suddenly emerged from Jesse's body.
The projection still wore the guise