This sudden turn of events naturally left the Soul Vase Ghost both alarmed and furious.
"CRUSH IT!"
In a rage, the Soul Vase Ghost began chanting and forced the Soul Vase to unleash concentrated blasts of ghostly energy at the spinning pet egg, determined to destroy it before whatever was happening could go any further.
But every ghost that touched the egg ignited as if it had fallen into a furnace. The moment they made contact with the swirling black vortex surrounding it, they were dragged inside and completely absorbed.
"What's going on?!"
The Soul Vase Ghost still hadn't realized what it was dealing with. Like a beast charging headfirst into danger, it roared and unleashed another skill.
"Dance of the Dead!"
A flood of ghosts erupted from the Soul Vase and rushed toward the pet egg, filling the air with shrill cries as they swarmed forward.
'So many?' Marcus thought, watching the sky darken.
