The source of the cry for help was exactly where Shade was heading. He hurried forward, and a massive figure gradually came into focus within the White Fog.
It stood at least three meters tall, its waist wider than three Shades and Little Mia combined. Armor pieced together from horrifying human faces clung to its body, while its face was covered in dense blade scars, as though it had been slashed countless times.
"Evil spirit!"
The further a soul's appearance deviated from that of a normal person, the more powerful the evil spirit became. And this one was clearly the most terrifying kind in the traditional sense.
This savage soul noticed Shade as well. When it turned around, Shade saw that it held a spear over five meters long, with a young man in a Delarion Royal Army uniform impaled on its tip. When Shade and Captain Rades had visited the Veterans' Club, they had learned about the distinguishing clothing of different soldiers and officers. This man should have been a corporal.
He was the one crying for help, and both his clothes and skin had color. Even the blood spurting from his wound had color, meaning he was alive.
He also noticed Shade appearing from the White Fog. His right hand tried to reach toward him, but his injuries were too severe, and the young corporal could not even complete the movement.
An ordinary person who wandered in here?
Shade stopped walking. The towering evil spirit that had emerged from the White Fog also turned toward him, violently flinging aside the living man impaled on its spear before charging straight at Shade. The force of its charge stirred the previously still White Fog, yet its enormous body made no sound as it stomped across the ground.
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