At the end stood an uncovered doorway. Beyond it lay utter darkness, nothing visible at all. Only deathly aura continually surged forth, howling past their ears like a sinister wind.
Frod closed his eyes. Soul power trembled at his brow, and ripples invisible to the naked eye spread outward.
After a while, Frod opened his eyes. "The exact situation inside is unclear, but there are no lingering souls, nor is there any sign of living creatures."
After confirming there were neither living creatures nor undead threats, Frod and Angel stepped through the doorway.
The eerie deathly aura within was even denser. Even without any energy driving it, all manner of ghostly wails arose by themselves beside their ears, as though countless vengeful spirits were whispering their grievances.
Angel was unaffected, but Frod's brow kept twitching, and he looked as though he were enduring it with difficulty.
Seeing this, Angel lightly stepped forward. As his foot came down, an invisible mental force field enveloped him and Frod.
Under the protection of the mental force field, Frod finally let out a breath. "This must be where Lady Xila lies dormant. The residual resentment is incredibly dense. Just standing here is enough to stir the deathly aura accumulated within my soul."
Had Angel not protected him, Frod would not have lasted long here either. Once he inhaled too much resentment, there would be only one outcome for him: corruption.
"In that case, this place seems more suitable than Star-Lake Castle for practicing Soul Sleight." As Angel muttered, he stretched out a hand. A bright sphere of light slowly rose from his palm.
The sphere floated above their heads, and its dazzling radiance immediately dispersed the darkness, illuminating the surroundings.
This was the advanced form of Light Spell, the level-1 cantrip Radiant Light Spell.