Bab 1488: A Mortal's Defiance.

Meanwhile, Duke Humphrey enveloped by the crimson shadows of the forbidden array, lifted his hand in silent command.

He knew that time wasn't his ally, so he straightaway began the second phase of the plan after ensuring that enough fallen specters were created.

"By the authority vested in me by The Godfather," Duke Humphrey's voice resonated like distant thunder, echoing through the empty void of the spectral realm, "I hereby command all fallen specters across this realm to heed my call. It is time to cleanse this place of your wretched existence!"

As if compelled by an irresistible force, the fallen specters across the entire realm stopped whatever they were doing and lifted their heads to the sky.

Then, their bodies began to twist and writhe in anguish, their ghostly forms contorting as if struggling against an invisible tide.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Stop messing around!"

"What's happening?!"

"Slavey? Are you good?"