The weapon, emitting a purple glow, carried a peculiar sensation, one Lind had previously felt with Lance's Ice Bow.
Lind's gaze returned to the unclothed woman, who apparently belonged to some class of specters without a physical form.
After Lind obtained the woman's horn, the woman had already ceased singing, her eyes fixed intently on him.
He approached her with the horn, extending it forward, and as soon as the woman's body touched the horn, it was absorbed into it.
Holding the horn close to his ear, he could faintly hear singing.
"Sir!" Cries of concern came from his subordinates in the distance, worried by Lind's lack of response.
"Come here," Lind turned and glanced at the bloated corpses floating up from the bottom of the Banshee's Lake. "Take the brothers' bodies back and cremate them."
If not cremated, the bodies might reappear in another form.
