This aura of death could be construed as life for the dark affinity - something rather contradictory.

It engulfed Eight Desolaces and gathered at cemeteries, tombs, and ancient battlefields. Nether winds blew through these places and suddenly, corpses climbed out of their resting place.

On the battlefield, souls appeared and hovered around until they took on a humanoid shape once more.

“Ancestors?!” This happened in many clans and sects.

“The ancestors are...