The massive stone doors of the underground palace rumbled open, revealing a tall white-robed figure standing proudly. It was Dustin , his hands clasped behind his back, golden light swirling around him, brightening the night like daylight. The black mist that seeped from the door instantly dissolved upon contact with the golden radiance. “Trying to run?” Dustin’s voice boomed through the passage like thunder. “When you slaughtered tens of thousands of innocents, did you ever think this day would come?” The Grand Elder ’s eyes flashed with malice. He suddenly hurled the piece of human skin in his hand into the air. “Blood Sacrifice --- Open!” The skin expanded midair into a massive blood-red curtain, covered with twisted, screaming human faces. At the same time, the Twelve Venerables struck together. Bone knives, bone whips, and bone spears turned into twelve streaks of blinding light, howling as they tore through the air toward Dustin’s face. “Petty tricks.” Dustin snort...