Angel extended his index finger and lightly stirred the air. Specks of starlight seemed to shimmer at his fingertip.
Meanwhile, Frod stared blankly at the reflective glass pane of the window. The glass faithfully displayed every glimmer of starlight at Angel's fingertip, just like a mirror.
By this point, how could Frod not understand what Angel meant?
"My lord, are you saying that the glass in these windows can also serve as a medium for the mirror wraith to inhabit?!"
"Yes." Angel nodded.
A mirror wraith did not simply inhabit mirrors. Any physical substance capable of reflecting real-world images could become a place for it to reside. If its ability evolved further, the mirror wraith could even use a still surface of water as its dwelling place.
The farmer's ghost, however, had not been dead for long. Without some special encounter, it should not yet have been able to inhabit water surfaces. But glass, as a physical substance, could serve as a place for it to jump through space and reside within.
"Nearly every room in the factory has glass windows. If even glass surfaces can become places for it to inhabit, doesn't that mean the entire Timber Factory is exposed right beneath its eyes?"
"But... but the mirror wraith has never appeared on glass before. I never sensed its deathly aura from the windowpanes either. And if it could move through glass surfaces, with its bloodlust, it could have killed many more people in the earlier cases." Frod was somewhat puzzled. It was not that he doubted Angel's judgment; he simply did not understand why, if the mirror wraith could truly inhabit glass, it had never demonstrated such an ability before.
"On the level of logic, any abnormal behavior can be interpreted. Although undead normally possess no intelligence, any