In a dark shrine, blue candles lit in a dark room as a man wearing a dark robe was sitting silently.
His breathing seemed to be tuned with the rhythm of the candles. His aura seemed to be dark and gloomy as if it was being one with the darkness around him.
Suddenly, his eyes opened as a flash of blue spark flickered in his iris as he winced in pain. The blue candles trembled as some of them extinguished.
Coughing out a mouthful of blood, the man looked around frantically.
" Damn it! Who did it? Who killed my Burning Wraith?" The man cursed loudly. " It was just a step away from being a Dark Monster!"
" Could it be the Exorcists's Association? No, They don't have the ability to find something like that so early."
" I have to see. I have to check what happened." The man closed his eyes and chanted some sort of strange spell.
Suddenly, small fragments of the scene appeared in a water basin before him as he looked at it.
