Whoo!
The howling of the long-handled sickle, like the screams of the undead, was filled with death.
Death is merciless.
Death is swift.
No one can dodge the strike of death.
Unless...
It is the dead.
Whoo!
Smoke billowed as the Lady of the Eternal Night was covered in grey from head to toe, her golden short hair and deep blue eyes completely losing their luster, and her rosy cheeks turned to ash white.
It seemed death had already visited this lady!
The shadowy long-handled sickle paused slightly.
Just after a pause, it was about to chop down again.
But this pause was enough.
A pair of gloves had been slipped onto the young 'Spirit Medium's' hands by the Lady of the Eternal Night.
Suddenly, the young 'Spirit Medium' dispersed into the wind.
Silently, everything returned to normal.
Watching this scene, Marinda breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Arthur had informed her that the backfire of constant suppression and consumption might run amok!
