It is life's greatest blessing—or perhaps the worst kind of curse—that a lot can happen once a person makes up their mind to do something at the cost of their own well-being.
The sect elders screamed, releasing forbidden Spirit spells that drained their energy in exchange for power.
The air twisted. The wind howled. A wave of destruction erupted from their side.
One bear was blown back by a burst of flame, its arm torn open. Another took a direct lightning strike to the chest and fell, roaring in pain. Two others were forced to retreat as powerful Spirit barriers and cursed spears cut deep into their bodies.
The Sentient Scarecrow Fiends rushed in to help, but the elders had no time to deal with them. They moved like dying stars, each step draining their life. They struck without mercy, tearing through the scarecrow puppets. One after another, the strange figures fell—ten of them destroyed in total, their bodies shredded or burned to ashes.
