C777 The Soul Condensing!
The silvery-white Shadow Mountain gleamed with a purity akin to fresh snow, casting a dazzling brilliance across the landscape. Tens of thousands of ghosts, under the command of various Spectres, besieged the mountain in impenetrable layers. Their howls reverberated through the heavens and across the land, echoing far and wide.
Any Spectre, no matter their location within the Land of Terror
