"I thought no evil spirits would ever attack me again after the Battle of Sikar Mountain."
Evil spirits simply would not attack you of their own accord.
An icy sensation spread from his ankles through his entire body. At the same time, a tremendous force tried to drag Shade directly into the floor.
He remained where he was. Moonlight erupted from his palm like the sun exploding inside the bedroom.
After the radiance of the Silver Moon faded, every object in the room seemed veiled in a faint luminous trace. Yet even so, the evil spirit beneath the floor still rose up, as though it had not been affected at all.
"There's something wrong with this undead creature."
The spirit took the form of a woman with loose hair, though her features could not be seen clearly. It resembled a conventional evil spirit, but its exterior seemed wrapped in a layer of black soil. Shade had seen countless undead in Middlesburg, even undead empowered by a Level 0 Relic in an uncontrolled state that could battle High-Ring Arcanists. The evil spirit before him was clearly not that powerful, but it was also very different from those undead.
One could even say that the soul before him was fundamentally different from an "undead creature." Drawing on his Mystic Knowledge, Shade could not immediately determine what it was. He could only roughly regard it as resentment born from a particular piece of land. Someone who died normally, in a normal place, would never become something like this.
"Could this be Miss Norma?"
As he thought this, he pulled the Moonbeam Greatsword from the air. Just as he was about to thrust forward, the evil spirit seemed to sense the danger. With a muffled bang, it vanished completely.
"What exactly was that thing?"