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"Give us back… our lives…"
"Accursed gods… you betrayed us!"
"Why?! Why? WHY?!"
"What did you do to my daughter… Give her back… GIVE HER BACK!!!"
"AAAHHH… MAMA!"
The terrifying specters that surged from the Sunstone Tree started overflowing with crimson and black flames, groaning and screaming.
They were souls that were in constant agony! Has the Miasma infected this place enough to create such creatures?
"T-Those are ghosts?!" Pyuku, surprisingly, was quite scared.
"I-It looks like… They're most likely the souls of the people that were turned into that tree made of Sunstone." I said, unsheathing my sword. "We have to deal with them, before they become too much of a problem."
"Right…" Aquarina seemed slightly dispirited, taking both of her daggers. "We'll end this quickly!"
FLAAASH!
