Eldrian wasn't certain what these miasma concentrations were, but he could guess, and he felt confident in it—souls. It was the only thing that made sense, considering the circumstances.
Only, according to all the things Eldrian knew of the afterlife, it shouldn't be possible to chain souls to the physical realm after death. Each passing second would be torture, with the soul being torn apart as its energy dissipates into the rest of the world. For them to still be here made no sense, and to top it off, his map had showed no information on them. Which confirmed that these were not some new entities.
Jumping back, Eldrian avoided the charging souls while his mind raced.
'Stop thinking!' Two shouted.
