Amid the flood of system notifications, Marcus moved toward the Soul Vase Ghost's loot, ready to collect his rewards, but before he could reach it, something unexpected happened.
As the Soul Vase Ghost died, its body rapidly broke apart into wisps of gray spiritual energy. The once-arrogant ghost that had spent centuries devouring the souls of others was reduced to a weak, helpless soul, and then, with a sudden pull, it was dragged straight into the pet egg's dark-blue vortex alongside the countless ghosts still pouring from the Soul Vase.
Marcus almost laughed. The thing had spent hundreds of years feeding on other souls, and now its own soul had become food. Talk about getting what it deserved.
As for the Soul Vase itself, it didn't fall to the ground after its owner died. The artifact remained suspended in the air, still under the pet egg's control, and the dark-blue vortex spun faster than ever as its suction force surged dramatically.
