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"Unnggh..! No…! Nooooooo…!"
The scream of Kyle resonated across the skies, as Blake and Eleanora converged their entire power into the combined spear, piercing through the Rank 3 Spirit Orb of Kyle, and shattering it into pieces in a single hit.
CRAAAAASSSSHH!
TRUUUMM…!
The old necromancer's soul began to scream in agony as the last core of its power was destroyed. Losing all of its magic power and even the control it held over the souls it had devoured and merged with!
"OOOOOHHHH!"
The wailing scream of thousands of souls echoed across the skies, as they all flew away in fear, separating themselves from Kyle's soul, and leaving a small and weak soul.
Oftentimes, a soul takes the shape of the person it belongs to. However, in extreme cases where a person's personality and mind get stuck in a certain trauma, their soul might take upon such a trauma appearance.
Instead of the old man Blake expected, what remained of Kyle's soul was a small and defenseless child.
