Tears, Correspondence Courses, and Owls

Gesturing for the nun not to act, Shade handed the water treated with Satiety Feast to the hand. The bluish hand seized the bowl, then withdrew beyond the door. Shade immediately shut the door again, leaving only a narrow crack.

His left hand gripped the inner door handle while his right held Night Watchman aloft. But Shade never got a chance to strike. Both he and the nun heard the sound of gulping from outside. The bowl was quite large, so the evil spirit outside was the one that had drunk the most Satiety Feast so far.

It drained the bowl in one go, then let out a loud burp. Shade narrowed his eyes with his sword in hand, while Sister Michelle clutched a glittering stone, ready to cast a spell. But the evil spirit did not charge inside. They heard the bowl being set on the steps outside the door, followed by a relieved sigh.

The voice was still elderly this time, but no longer hoarse at all:

"If I could have met you while I was alive..."

The voice faded away, and Night Watchman in his hand returned to normal. The glow on the ochre runes across the blade gradually dimmed.

"Has it disappeared?"

Shade asked hesitantly.

"It left and continued onward. Souls stranded in the Interstice cannot enter True Death from there, but after returning to the Reality World, if they fulfill their wishes, they can still continue onward."

Sister Michelle explained.

That was also why the method provided by Witch Emperor Violet required them to guide the undead that had lingered in the Interstice across several eras back into the Reality World, then lead them onward through a stable spatial rift connecting to True Death that had been opened from the Reality World.

The undead just