The tension was palpable as the entire group took a collective sigh after the battle. The wraith was truly a danger to them, just one wraith needed all three of their strongest combatants, namely Lyle, Nicholas, and Ezekiel, to join forces in order to effectively destroy it. It was feral, relentless, and more dangerous than the regular spirits as it was driven into madness, not caring for anything but taking the life force and souls of other creatures.
Ezekiel wiped the sweat from his brow, his face pale as the ghostly flames had clearly taken a toll on him, a surprising sight for Lyle and the others. Ezekiel was a Grand Realm combatant, one that was a high-grade, possibly even a peak Grand Realm combatant, and yet, merely using those flames for such a short period of time had made him that tired.
Lyle glanced at Ezekiel, noting the strain lingering in his eyes as it was clear that the flames had truly pushed him, tiring him out quite easily.
