A faint breeze passed inside the pit as Emrys stood up slowly. His body was radiating a quiet yet overwhelming presence. He swept his gaze across the sand-filled land around him. The giant skeleton of the Dark Dragon Soul Master was there, half-buried in shimmering dust.
Emrys turned but didn't find the two Spiritas. He doesn't know where they've gone to. But their presence or absence doesn't matter.
Now that he had the foundation of the ⟪Silent Devourer of All Paths⟫, his first task was clearly to test it.
As for how; it was obviously by returning to the Battlefield.
Thinking of the battlefield, Emrys couldn't help but clench his hand, and the air around his palm twisted ever so slightly. An invisible force emerged and then quickly vanished.
At the mere thought of it, Emrys's fingers slowly curled into a fist. The air around his hand rippled, distorting for a brief moment before fading.
