Claire Knight, a woman who died from being violated, now screamed her heart out as weakness left her body. Souls swirled around her like a raging tempest. Her howls sounded like those of a feral animal.
I found her extremely beautiful. Not in a sexual way, but similar to how one would look at a painting or an enchanting flower.
She was covered in blood. Tears and snot ran down her face. Her muscles were trembling without strength, yet her face was serene. Unlike my ascension, Claire's was quite dazzling. A vortex of soul swirled like a hurricane with her at the center.
"Congratulations, Claire. You are now a Phantom," I said with a smile.
Reapers could intuitively tell the strength of another by sensing each other's souls. Much like I could tell the rank of an enemy in Hellsgate just by sensing them, Reapers worked the same way.
