"These Witch Hunters aren't simple!"
In a hidden compartment in the corner of the house, a Witch Hunter's corpse floated in midair as Fiennes watched it with a frown.
"Yes, I sensed it too."
Snape rubbed his chin as he studied the Witch Hunters. "During the battle just now, I saw one of them die, and a pallid mist rose from his body. That's the telltale sign of someone about to become a Ghost."
Meeting the puzzled looks of his companions, Snape gently shook his head. "He ultimately failed. Without magic to sustain him, he couldn't complete the transformation."
"Tsk~"
The old wizard Fiennes waved his wand. A miniature Acromantula, no bigger than a figurine, crawled out of his sleeve and floated in midair, gradually returning to its original size—about as large as a cargo truck.
The Acromantula twisted its long, bristly legs, covered in barbs and coarse hairs, and hooked the threads of webbing it spun, spreading them over the Witch Hunters' heads and limbs.
"Faith?" Fiennes said, puzzled.
"What faith?" Snape frowned.
"Faith. One of the extreme emotions." Fiennes raised his eyebrows. "Remember Anton's 'Six Elements of the Soul'? We added two of them, but we all know there aren't just six. Those are simply the most representative ones."
"I think 'faith' might belong on the list too. Of course, when Anton discussed it with me, he categorized it as either 'extreme emotion' or 'Twisted Will,' depending on the strength of the faith."
"These Witch Hunters have clearly studied wizards for centuries. And because their organization is religious in nature, they eventually found a way forward in this area."
"They must have happened upon the most suitable path, through natural evolution..."
"An extreme form of faith would probably be accompanied by lots of self-hypnosis and prayer. I'm not