A dark-red trench coat, a pitch-black mask, and an indistinct face. Without a doubt, it was the exact visage of Ashe Heath.

The spirits deep within his soul trembled in absolute terror. His most vital spirits, Ice Heart, Piercing Cold, and Typhoid, had gone completely berserk, violently turning on his other spirits.

Sixty years of life experience screamed warnings through Pankey's raw instincts. At this critical crossroads, Pankey suddenly understood exactly why Heliphas and Rogue had died so easily. It wasn't a matter of skill. Their spirits had rebelled, and they simply never had a chance to fight back.

The only entities Pankey could still command were the origin spirits he summoned on his own. Every single external spirit he had pulled from the Virtual World or purchased in reality had completely broken free of his control.

The ones that merely paralyzed themselves with fear were the least of his worries. The real disaster lay with the spirits he had bonded with more recently. They had openly mutinied and were viciously attacking his origin spirits.

Pankey was over sixty years old, and his spirit system had remained largely unchanged in recent years. This meant even the rebellious spirits were entities he had successfully...