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Filled with loyalty to the great lord and a belief in honor, they charged toward the flickering fire in the sky.
It was an ethereal figure, floating half a person's height above the ground.
One could see it was a woman, her cheeks twisted in agony, with a clear cut on her neck that immediately reminded Reed and the others of the frozen yet swollen-faced corpse they had found earlier.
She was indeed a ghost, as their gaze could pass through her and see the building behind.
Her agonized screams echoed in their ears, which was very strange, for as a ghost, her voice seemed to be easily dispersed by the cold wind blowing in their faces.
Reed did not hesitate even for a moment, charging again, murmuring a prayer to awaken the dormant power within him, and although he was very proficient in harnessing this power, he could not skip this step.
Some procedures are absolutely indispensable, skipping certain steps means suicide.
