Jayce and his companions could only watch helplessly as Darius died in front of them.
"Who exactly are you?" Jayce had considered the possibility of being attacked by other Soulmancers after leaving Texas, but in his view, with five high-level Soulmancers and eighteen intermediate Soulmancer elites in their group, they shouldn't be in any danger unless the major Soulmancer organizations banded together to attack them.
After all, according to the agreements among these organizations, those with abilities above high-level Soulmancers were not supposed to act recklessly, and why would those powerful beings bother to intercept them?
A little girl with twin ponytails and a delicate complexion walked up to Jayce with her hands behind her back, smiling, "We are messengers of the gods!"
