When they saw the face of the person in the clearing, everyone's expressions froze, and their faces went pale in unison.
Mottled, ashen skin; vacant, pallid eyes; and that iconic suit of rusted, tattered knight's armor...
The one who had come was the Evil Spirit!
Yet the Evil Spirit merely stood outside the clearing, gazing at the camp from afar without making any move.
Even so, the three by the campfire broke out in cold sweats.
How had this happened? Why had the Evil Spirit suddenly come to the camp?!
"It's all my fault. I was completely immersed in the music just now and didn't check the Mini Map... Otherwise, I should have noticed him earlier!" Kemei's eyes were panicked, his voice filled with self-reproach.
"Now isn't the time for blame. What we should be considering is what to do next!" Blanche asked anxiously.
In reality, Blanche would not have feared the Evil Spirit.
But now, she possessed no power at all. Facing an Evil Spirit capable of bringing about unknown disasters, she felt a little frightened as well.
"I don't know either... How about we run while he hasn't reached the camp yet?"
Kemei suggested timidly.
The moment he saw the Evil Spirit, he had wanted to flee. His illusion node could still hold for a while, but it could cover only himself, not Uriel or Blanche. That was why he had been too embarrassed to run away alone.
Now that he truly could not hold himself back any longer, he cautiously made the suggestion.
The moment his voice fell, Blanche suddenly spoke, her tone full of doubt. "Wait, something's wrong. Haven't you noticed that he hasn't come over at all?"
Hearing this, Kemei followed her gaze.
In his memory, the Evil Spirit had always wandered aimlessly through the