Lonely Bell, completely unaware of what Marcus was thinking, considered the question for a moment before answering.
"Three hundred years ago, a grave robber obtained the Soul Vase, but he never figured out how to use it properly. Not only that, people constantly hunted him because of it. In the end, he died a miserable death somewhere near Black Ghost Peak, and the Soul Vase vanished without a trace. No one ever discovered where it went."
"About fifty years ago, after absorbing countless dark spirits and wandering souls around Black Ghost Peak, the Soul Vase merged with the grave robber's lingering resentment and eventually gave birth to the Soul Vase Ghost. Ever since then, it has fed on human souls."
"Tough opponent?" Marcus asked.
