A surge of overwhelming ghostly energy swept through the entire Lord's mansion in an instant.
For a moment, every ghost soldier and spirit in the mansion was left in stunned disbelief.
Even their very souls trembled in fear.
The power of the Holy Emperor!
In life, Magnus Nightshade had been a Holy Emperor, and even in death, his strength had barely diminished.
That's why he was able to become the Lord of Ereboth, ruling with an iron fist.
And that's why every ghost in the city feared and revered him.
Even without lifting a finger, the chilling aura of the Holy Emperor's power was enough to freeze them to the bone, making them feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss.
"What happened to the young lady? The Lord is furious!"
"I don't know, but we should get far away. If we get caught up in this, a single glance from the Lord could turn us to dust."
