The clone moved through the chaos like a ghost. Smoke rose from burning homes. Draven soldiers clashed with Gra-Khazul warriors in the streets. Screams echoed through the settlement. The barrier disruption device was still active, preventing Spirit Soul realm reinforcements from entering, but Mana Heart realm Draven soldiers poured through the gaps.
No one was guarding the training chambers.
Finesh moved through the darkness with silent efficiency, the Mask of a Thousand Faces keeping his features perfectly aligned with the real Finesh's reptilian visage. His clawed hands swept across the stone shelves, plucking Soul Vein Crystals one after another and dropping them into the storage ring Kael had left with the clone.
Fifteen crystals. Each one worth a fortune. Each one pulsing with concentrated soul force that would accelerate soul cultivation by weeks.
