Arthur's gaze remained fixed on the spot where the female ghost had landed, his cold gaze looking down at her as he felt the eerie stillness of the moonlit cavern around him.
He took a slow, deliberate step towards the ghost, his every movement calculated. His eyes never leaving his prey.
"Are your eyes cleared or are you still confused?" Arthur inquired, his voice firm but tinged with curiosity as he looked down at the ghostly apparition.
The ghost lady's ethereal form shimmered in the pale crystal light, her translucent figure seemed to flicker like a fading memory.
She let out an otherworldly scream, a haunting sound that would send a chill down the spine of anyone who heard it.
With supernatural speed, she charged from the broken rocks, a specter in distress.
But Arthur remained composed. His hand rose slowly, fingers poised to snap, his eyes locked onto the approaching enemy.
