Time ticked back just a notch. As the twins chased down Blademaw, Jill Young and Jack Young both realized that physical blows alone couldn’t reforge this wicked demon—only overwhelming spiritual force could truly wipe it out. So when it was crunch time, Jack Young raised his sword, channeling his spirit into a perfect circle. With a single point of his finger, the Immaculate Divine Halo shot out, piercing every material barrier and locking squarely onto the soul of the Ringwraith.
Jack Young, in his half-dream state, was always sharper and more creative than his fully awake self. At least, when he’s awake, he’d never even considered using the Immaculate Divine Halo like this.
In Jack Young’s multi-dimensional vision, a dazzling silver ring clamped down on a bundle of pitch-black souls like a golden hoop—no matter how much those souls squirmed and screamed, they couldn’t break free.
Meanwhile, Jill Young threw up her arms, palm vertical, channeling her power. Blazing patterns appeared as her holy fire merged with her battle-hardened ferocity—Heavenly King Ghost Slash! It was like a lightning bolt chopping straight through, splitting the pitch-black soul clean in two with zero resistance.
The Immaculate Divine Halo spun, energy flowing nonstop, blade intent unleashed, Ghost Slash killing gods. That clump of pitch-black souls fell into total collapse, breaking apart inch by inch, vanishing piece by piece, getting ground down by the spiritual assault in record time.
Blademaw, one of the nine great Ringwraiths, was finally finished off—no chance of crawling back for a comeback.
But just as the black soul was crumbling to dust, at the very core of that darkness, something even blacker—something even nastier—showed itself. In that split second, the twins finally saw its true face.
—Time snaps back to the present—
"That’s a cloud of miasma, not your standard solid-liquid-gas situation, but pure black flame. But Big Lug and I are sure—no doubt, that’s miasma, and it’s become the core of the Ringwraith’s soul. It’s like a burst of flame, burning and bouncing, and after the Ringwraith’s soul totally collapsed, it just fizzled out and vanished. But Big Lug and I both agree: it didn’t really disappear, it just moved somewhere else."
In the Golden Forest at night, Jill Young’s face was all serious: "We both know what miasma is all about. That stuff is world-class poison, the scariest thing we’ve ever seen. No bioweapon can top miasma. And weirdly enough, this crisis is definitely connected to us. No doubt about it—the whole miasma business is our mess. You called us in for backup, not because you couldn’t handle a few Ringwraiths, right?"