"These evil ghosts, they don't seem to harbor any ill will! They haven't even called us bugs or anything like that!" muttered a Chosen One standing behind Cain.
Cain was slightly taken aback, but soon sneered, "Impossible! In the instance, these evil ghosts see us as delicacies; there can't be a lack of malice! I've been through more than ten instances; I'm a seasoned Chosen One. There's no way my judgment is wrong."
"What about them now?" asked the Chosen One, his face full of confusion, staring at the group of evil ghosts standing in the distance with a look of anticipation, "There are several of them at the Ferocious ghost level. We're no match for them, so why haven't they attacked? Instead, they look rather expectant!"
"Didn't you hear their question just now? Clearly, the instance has concealed our identity, and they can't confirm that we are the Chosen Ones!"
