Byrne was utterly astonished and immediately understood why only the Deputy Sheriff on the island of Spirituality was almost a real person.
He was neither the lord of the city nor necessarily the hero who protected the most people, yet he became the emotional nexus of all departed souls.
It was clearly something that defied logic.
The ultimate reason turned out to be that he was the betrayer, something Byrne had never considered, and both Irene and Grandma Narda looked surprised as well.
"Heh, hehehe, hehe."
The once silvery armor gradually turned into vines of the darkest black, and the smile on the clown mask writhed as if there were insects squirming beneath the dark iron, while a strange, laughter-like sound came from its throat.
Tethered Spirit.
A lower-tier being among the mysterious existences, often transformed from the dead, they retain their former strength and possess some undead-type Extraordinary traits on top of that.
