"Leuilda."
The ghostly voice, faint and misty, drifted through the palace corridors, echoing in a hauntingly repetitive chant.
"Leuilda…"
It dragged, searching for her throughout the palace.
"Leuilda…"
The mist expected that she should be responding to its call, but she seemed to sense a strange hindrance of some sort.
The misty figure, now visibly taking form, drifted through rooms and passages, moving with urgency
"Leuilda…"
It called time and time again, until it was sure something was wrong.
It checked for her in the room, her dungeon, until it finally reached the garden.
It came in through another entrance, scanning the area until it sighted the presence of a male, about to ruin purity.
In a horrific scream and a desperate bid to protect, the ghostly figure solidified into a more defined form, creating a frozen knife with its misty arm. It lunged forward, stabbing the intruder from behind with the icy blade.
