As the last bronze fragment evaporated into the air, the two silhouettes in the void simultaneously unleashed their final burst of power.
Pure white and pitch-black merged into a devastating gray torrent, smashing through the boundaries of the void and surging toward the real world.
This torrent was enough to annihilate an entire city.
Wu Heng stepped forward and raised his right hand toward the torrent. The four-colored halo on the surface of his glove suddenly stopped spinning, then exploded in reverse.
Power wove itself into a net before the torrent. Every node was a miniature sealing incantation, and every strand of the net was manifested energy.
The torrent struck the net.
There was no earth-shattering crash, only a faint sizzling sound, like cold water dripping onto red-hot iron.
The gray torrent was sliced apart, broken down, and converted by the net. The pure-white portion was dyed grayish white, while the pitch-black portion was brushed with a sickly green. Then, behind the net, they reassembled into two docile streams of energy and flowed into the Puppet Wraith's body.
The wraith's body swelled slightly, and its tentacles writhed with greater vigor.
The two silhouettes in the void began to dim.
They were still struggling, but their movements had slowed, like insects trapped in amber. The wings of light completely scattered, and the darkness fully solidified.
At last, the two silhouettes collapsed into two points of light, one pure white and one pitch-black. This was the state of their souls.
The points of light hovered in the void, flickering faintly.
Wu Heng extended his left hand, palm up.
The void began to contract, like dough being kneaded by an invisible hand.
That chaotic space was forcibly compressed and folded, eventually becoming a prison that gradually vanished.
"The sealing is complete," Wu Heng