"T-That's…! Kael'thas' Spirits!" Veynar gasped. "They're different though—Ugh…!" Veynar then understood the truth. As much as Malevolent Plotter allowed him to weave fate, peer through possibilities, and manipulate low-level causality to make them real, he had never foreseen this.
Louis had not only slain Kael'thas but had stolen his Spirit Orb and somehow fused it with Gungnir—an utterly nonsensical feat. No Soul Gear should be capable of becoming a Spirit Master itself.
Veynar stared in horror at the spirits. They were indeed those of his fellow commander.
A serpent forged golden chains of holy light: the Umbra Serpent had become the Celestial Serpent.
A phoenix wreathed in Nirvana Flames: the Ashen Phoenix had become the Heaven Phoenix.
A living armor of white salt: the Oblivion Warden had become the Salt Warden.
Their powers surged, growing even stronger as Louis' Spiritual and Fantasium Energies coursed through them.
"Begone!"
