Jack stood at the edge of the clearing where Stormfang had fed, the charred remains of the fifteen panthers scattered across the scorched earth. The smell of burned flesh was heavy in the air, and the ground was still warm from the blue electricity that had consumed the pack.
Most people would see nothing here worth salvaging.
But Jack saw an opportunity.
His red eyes studied the clearing with enhanced perception, and his Flawed Sight was activated, piercing beyond the physical realm into something more profound. The charred bodies were worthless, burned beyond recognition, flesh reduced to ash, bones cracked and blackened.
But souls didn't burn.
Fifteen distinct presences flickered in his vision, translucent forms that overlaid the physical remains like ghostly afterimages.
They were fading, slowly dissipating as the natural order tried to claim them, but they were still intact.
