"What is this...?"
After the final scream of the humanoid smoke dissipated, Lann frowned and rubbed his ears; the sound was not something of this world.
"Is this some kind of demon spirit?"
Lann mumbled in confusion.
Demon spirits, he had seen and eliminated many of these monsters in the Magic Middle Ages.
They are often souls full of resentment and obsession, unwilling to go to their rightful place after death.
However, that resentment and obsession generally twist the soul into mindless monsters, forgetting what they were obsessed with in life after becoming a demon spirit.
But the eerie green humanoid smoke just now felt different to Lann...
It was a force more evil and darker than demon spirits.
Lann looked at the only thing left on the ground, the black short sword, and crouched down cautiously, reaching out his fingers.
Before he could even touch it, just approaching it caused a deep chill to emanate from his fingertips.
It wasn't an ordinary physical cold...
