Newt's gaze shifted from Rasha, who lay defeated on the ground, to the orb and the swirling purple energy that hovered nearby. With a swift motion, he reached out and grasped the orb, his movements fluid and decisive.
In an instant, Newt vanished, leaving behind a deep crater where he once stood. The sudden absence was replaced by an ethereal figure, its presence commanding and cold.
"That possession is not yours to claim," the ethereal figure declared, its voice resonating with an air of authority as it directed its gaze toward the sky where Newt had vanished.
Newt reappeared, his attention now drawn to the gathering of cultivators below with his eyes locking onto Ryan's battered form with an unsettling smile playing upon his lips. The chill that ran through Ryan and Nivel was palpable as they felt the weight of Newt's gaze upon them.
