"Spirit Witch" Zahariel headed north after obtaining information from the Lion Beast Wraith.
He stopped abruptly after six point one kilometers, staring at the design carved into an ancient tree—a giant wolf in flight, wings spread.
The "Spirit Witch" leaned against the tree and lightly tapped the third pair of teeth to the right of his front teeth.
Mystic runes rose, gray mist spread, and the Lion Beast Wraith appeared out of thin air.
A pale green glow shimmered around it. Its body was somewhat illusory, as if it might vanish at any moment.
The "Spirit Witch" stared into its huge, faintly glowing eyes. "Guard me!"
The Lion Beast Wraith raised its sharp claws and patted the ground without a sound.
A cold, eerie aura spread, and several trees were coated in frost.
Zahariel rested his head lightly against the tree, and his eyelids drooped.
His breathing grew long and even as he peacefully entered the gray, hazy world.
In the past, he had always had reservations when using the Dream Demon ability.
When he was on a battlefield, he had needed to watch out for attacks against his body while dealing with certain enemies. After he used Forced Dream Induction on an enemy, he also had to rely on others to attack the foe trapped in the dream and unable to move.
Now that he had his own spirit, he had more tactical options, making things more convenient and flexible.
The "Spirit Witch" stepped forward. The gray mist expanded with his movement, yet it always covered the area around him, with a radius of six hundred and thirty meters.
When he had been a veteran Requiemist, the radius had been four hundred meters. When he had first become a Spirit Witch, the range had been five hundred and twenty