Soul Extraction drew the souls from the flag. Soul Refining purified and strengthened them. Soul Sealing bound them to Kael's will.
Right now, there were three main anchor souls: Draxos, the pureblood Asura Demon; Claudia, the Viper; and the Void Revenant, the fused construct.
Kael's eyes snapped open, glowing with a terrifying silver light.
Let's begin, he thought.
He reached out, pulling the first of the 400 souls into the refining circle. It was time to make them stronger.
WHOOSH. WHOOSH. WHOOSH.
The Astral Void Realm trembled as four hundred swirling souls orbited Kael like a cyclone of ethereal fire. Their wails echoed through the barren expanse, a cacophony of anguish and rage.
Kael sat cross-legged in the center, the Netherworld Soul Locking Flag floating before him. His hands moved in a blur of intricate seals, his soul power surging outward in waves.
Soul Extraction, he commanded mentally.
BZZZT!
