The ghost shivered all over.
She had never imagined that one day she would be frozen in place, like a cat catching a mouse, terrified by this mysterious woman.
Sola made her way leisurely from behind her, lifted her hand, and leisurely placed it on the rotting corpse's head.
The ghost's body leaned crookedly, her clothes decaying like brittle chips, her pale, putrid face, a soul filled with curses and resentment, mouth agape, her eyes hollow with fear—she couldn't say anything as Sola held her simply in hand.
In this world, some people's obsessions are too deep, causing them to defiantly refuse to return to the ancient wood, and thereafter transform into lone, malevolent ghosts, bringing calamity upon the area.
"Have you witnessed a miracle?"
Sola asked in a deep voice.
The ghost trembled coldly in her grasp.
A miracle...
