Chapter 991
991 Nested Formation
That thought dawned on Wynter as she headed toward the mountains. Within this formation, one would
have to face their own personal burdens and various anomalies. Only heroic spirits were able to suppress
these anomalies.
There was a popular saying on the Internet–if one ever found themselves spooked at night while away
from home, worried that they’d bump into evil spirits, Martyr Graveyard was the place to go. Any evil spirit would pause before the gates.
When they were still alive, the heroic spirits protected commoners during wartime. They continued to do.
so even after death.
As long as the heroic spirits were armed, there would be no enemies wherever they were.
Wynter was staring at an anomaly. Then, her gaze fell on Whitley. “You doing okay?”
“It doesn’t affect me.” He was rather direct. “But I’m worried that it’ll affect you. Humans have their seven
deadly sins. If they lure your dark side out, I fear that we’ll be trapped in the formation”
Wynter took pictures of the terrain and enemy troops. She smirked. “A question has been lingering in my
mind before you said that.
“I felt there was something off about this Earthbound Formation. There is another formation here as well-
I think we’ve encountered a Nested Formation.”
“Nested Formation?” Whitley was slightly confused.
He had a sharp mind, and he knew he was no normal person. Yet, he had no clue about formations.
Wynter’s gaze fixated. “When two or more people share remorse over the same matter, a Nested
Formation is created.
“The situation is much more complex now, as someone from the Foplyan troops has cast a spell. You
should have sensed enough ominous energy to know what’s happening there.”
Clouds of black mist have shrouded the enemy troop’s camp.” As a Savior, Whitley was able to see
things from a great distance. He was perplexed by what he was seeing. “What are they doing ? ”
Wynter dipped a maple leaf in water and swiped it before her eyes. “Someone’s forging souls, thus absorbing our fortune,” she muttered icily as she stood back up.
Whitley widened his eyes in shock. From her words, one thing was clear–he was being hunted.
Before coming here, Wynter had told him that every country had their own Saviors. More Saviors meant more fortune. These contributed to a flourishing country.
Some things never changed, especially for the Foplyans. They plundered what belonged to others and
claimed it for themselves!
“Forging souls? Souls of… He thought it wouldn’t be the souls of soldiers, since they were still in battle.
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“Commoners slaughtered by them.” Wynter glided the blade of her sword across the ground. “I’ll get changed, then I’ll head over.”
Whitley stopped her. “No. I’ll go with you.”
“I need to go alone. You’ll be recognized by the cultivators.” Wynter glanced at him. “I know it’s dangerous, but I’ll have to deal with matters myself.
“Whose remorse created the formation? What does it have to do with my great–great–grandpa? I need to know. It has begun to affect the present, and I can’t let this persist.
*Take my phone with you. With your wits, I’m sure you’ll know what to say to minimize the casualties. Only attack after I’ve dispelled the Soul Forging Formation.
“You’re a Savior. We need you the most during times like these. Now, go back and be our mascot.”