Apprentices, failed experiments, Soul Twisters, Soul Warriors-the forces under his command were wiped out one after another.
But the Soul Master did not panic at all. His ritual was already complete.
After the last obstacle fell before the pale power, Aldren turned toward the King he had once served.
He shouted, "My ascension to divinity will not be stopped! I no longer serve you, nor do I serve her. I serve only myself!"
With that, he unleashed a massive soul shock wave at Wyrm.
Yet Wyrm merely raised a hand, and a barrier far larger than before blocked the attack. With his other hand, he summoned another spear and shot it at Aldren's face.
"Give it up, Aldren. We both know your destruction today is inevitable. I don't want to hear another word of your tiresome theories!"
Wyrm's attacks surpassed the Soul Master's by countless levels in both quality and quantity. Aldren tried to summon energy orbs to intercept the spear, but they were useless.
The spear struck him squarely in the face, shattering his mask in a single blow.
The Soul Master screamed in agony. The power keeping him afloat briefly failed, and he plummeted at an unnatural speed, crashing straight through the glass floor below.
Wyrm spread his wings and began a slow, hovering descent, summoning and firing a series of spears as he went.
Only after landing did Wyrm realize where he was. The scent of death filled his nostrils.
Around him, what had once been the Soul Sanctum's amphitheater had become a tomb.
It held hundreds of bug corpses in various stages of decay, every last one forcibly drained of its soul.
Above, the sounds of battle rang out again. Several more Soul Warriors were fighting the Hollow Knight and the King's Puppets.
Wyrm briefly considered