Hovering rather inconspicuously a few hundred meters above Jake, two Soulmancers were shaking like leaves, their ashen complexions as if they had just seen a ghost. Their silence was paralyzing them into stupidity, unfortunately, just the most benign symptom of their horrified stupor.
They had seen everything.
From Hephais's surreal executioner talents to his admirable resilience in the face of an ambush by a gang of enemies as formidable as he was. Each of their powers was unique and impressive, and they wielded them all with insane skill, though for some reason that eluded them, their spells were slightly lacking in punch. This contrasted all the more sharply with their physical and mental prowess, which were top-notch, putting them on par with their finest Generals.
