A series of Candlelight Talismans shot out, and in an instant, the forest was as bright as day.
What was once hidden in the forest was now completely exposed in the light.
Amidst the forest floor covered in dead leaves, a white figure stood abruptly. Its body seemed to be made of smoke, its limbs stretched to an exaggerated length, swaying despite the lack of wind.
The white figure approached the caravan, its movements a cross between dancing and tumbling.
It twisted and contorted ceaselessly… its advance resembling the last struggles of a drowning person.
As it moved, dead leaves began to float up and swirl around it.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH…
In a moment, they had formed a tornado.
"It's a Soul of the Dead!" someone shrieked.
Perhaps they were so terrified that the very pitch of their voice changed.
