Several points of red light flickered to life beneath the dim canopy.
Arro judged their height. Those red lights came roughly up to his chest. If they were beasts, they were already fairly large.
Especially since—the blood-red points of light were multiplying!
"Evil spirits!"
Watching the growing number of red lights ahead, Narcissus's expression turned grave. She added, "A lot of evil spirits!"
Evil spirits?
What were those?
Rustle, rustle, rustle—!
Hearing the increasingly dense sounds, Arro warily scanned his surroundings and suggested, "How about we retreat first?"
"Retreat?"
Narcissus turned back and shot Arro a surprised look. "Why retreat?"
Uh!
Arro did not know how to answer.
When something felt wrong, wasn't backing off first common sense?
"Not only are these evil spirits ugly, but after they die, they only leave behind a pile of powder. There's not a scrap of any other gain."
"Looks like we'll be wasting quite a bit of time."
Anomaly Powder?
Arro froze for a moment, then quickly understood.
Not all Anomaly Powder had the same effect. Dilia had once told him that her powders had all come from Anomaly Space No. 36, a place called the Anti-Food Restaurant.
In those brief moments, the surrounding grass and shrubs were pushed aside, and humanoid monsters appeared in Arro's sight.
They stood about a meter tall, their bodies wrapped in white bandages, with only triangular, mantis-like heads exposed.
Yet the skin on those heads resembled cured meat, taut and pitch-black.
The instant he saw them, Arro thought of the mummies from his previous life.
But in truth, these evil spirits were even more revolting than mummies.
They were hunched over, with thin limbs, Bone Scimitars in hand, yet they moved with startling agility.
One after another, they stared at Arro, constantly hissing, drool dripping from their