Ivita and the Hearthstone Witch soared into the cemetery, instantly feeling the scrutiny of countless gazes. He looked around but saw nothing, only tombstones covered in dust and weeds.
However, under the Eye of the Demon, every concealed filth was laid bare.
They were the ghosts born from the negative energy of death accumulated in the cemetery over a long time, all brimming with resentment and unwillingness. But amongst the resentment and unwillingness, many of the ghosts carried strong positive feelings.
Ivita suddenly realized.
'That's right. During the initial ceremony held here by the envoys of various countries, which required the skulls of one hundred and fifty thousand followers of the God of All Things, only the most devout followers were chosen. As a result, all these ghostly souls carry some kind sentiments.'
The Hearthstone Witch cast a disdainful look at the surrounding ghosts. "Clear the path. Don't stand in our way."
