"I thought after the Battle of Sicarl Mountain, there would no longer be any evil spirits attacking me."
[Evil spirits just won't attack you proactively.]
A chilling sensation spread from his ankle throughout his body, and at the same time, a great force came, trying to drag Shard directly into the floor.
He remained unmoved, with the moonlight bursting from his palm like the sun exploding in the bedroom.
After the glow of the Silvermoon faded, all the surfaces in the room seemed to be covered with a faint film of light. Yet, despite this, the evil spirit still rose from beneath the floor, seemingly unaffected.
"This undead is unusual."
