Avery stood a short distance away from Emily, her expression calm as she explained the process once more.
Emily followed her words and closed her eyes.
At first, she felt nothing.
The battlefield remained silent around her. The smell of scorched earth and burnt flesh still lingered in the air, but she forced herself to ignore it. She focused only on her Spirit Element.
Slowly, she spread her senses outward.
Minutes passed.
Then something changed.
Tiny fragments of light began appearing in the darkness of her perception. At first there were only a few. Then hundreds. Then thousands.
Emily almost lost focus.
Countless spirit fragments floated throughout the area like drifting stars. Some were dim while others burned brighter. They moved upward little by little, vanishing one after another as they left the mortal realm.
All of them were undead once chained to the Necromancer.
Now that the Drowned King was dead, those spirits were finally returning to the cycle of Nirvana.
