Middle Sector 98—
Bam!
An Eight Star Soul Master clapped his hands together with tremendous force while facing an entire Note Fleet. Slowly spreading his arms apart, he spoke in a calm voice,
"Soul Autumn."
Hummmmm...
In the next moment, soul power erupted throughout the surrounding space before gradually converging into an enormous vortex.
The vortex continued condensing and refining itself...
Until it ultimately transformed into a gigantic tree bearing countless withered leaves.
Every single leaf was covered in different runic inscriptions and mysterious patterns.
Then...
Something both strange and horrifying occurred.
The tree's brown leaves began falling.
Tens of thousands of them descended together, causing the surrounding space itself to seem as though it were collapsing beneath their number.
Then they slowly drifted toward the fleet.
Without haste.
Without urgency.
As though there were absolutely no possibility of failure.
