The stagnant room stirred with wind again as the yin energy began to flow.
This time, the most devastating attack came from layers upon layers of shadows. Thick black strands shot out like a tangled mass of fine threads passing through needle holes, mercilessly piercing the River Witch!
"Ah!!!"
An old man's voice screamed in agony, hysterical with unbearable pain.
In an instant, countless shadows pierced the River Witch's entire body. The intangible light and shadow solidified, looking just like the strings used to control shadow puppets.
She struggled with all her might, drawing in the yin energy from the bloody formation on the ground to replenish herself, but it was no use. She glared venomously at the closed door, as if furious that it was only a short distance away.
Ghost Wine had been sick of that Puppet Shadow Art ever since entering the instance. Now he was giving her a taste of her own medicine. Malice swirled in his blood-red eyes as he studied the River Witch closely. Even when foul liquid splattered from the holes pierced through her body, he didn't hesitate for a moment.
It was clear that this impostor of the River Witch wasn't skilled at fighting, just as they'd guessed.
Then again, if she were truly powerful, why would she need to use so many tricks to deal with them?
A chilly wind swept through the room. Before he knew it, Ghost Wine had climbed out of the tub. Water dripped from his whole body, even from his hair, as he walked barefoot toward the River Witch, one step at a time.
The layers of shadows were all his servants, spreading and surging around him. Beneath his damp bangs, his blood-red eyes carried an utterly inhuman quality. Anyone who saw them felt a chill