In the female ghost's eyes, Enna saw her own terrified face.
It was covered in blood, with hideous wounds. It seemed to foretell that the female ghost was about to tear Enna to pieces.
Overwhelming terror engulfed Enna.
Her mind had stopped working, leaving it utterly blank.
Her ability was stirred by this, surging wildly inside her body.
I felt Enna's strong pulse. What throbbed in her veins was more than blood—it was power.
A figure appeared behind the female ghost.
The old woman appeared out of nowhere like a tornado and suddenly lunged at the female ghost.
The female ghost was yanked away, her fingers leaving scratches on Enna's neck.
The female ghost screamed instead.
She might not even have seen who had attacked her.
In the gale, Enna's clothes and hair flew wildly. Her eyes were still open, and she remained frozen in the same pose.
Amid the gray wind, that familiar, gentle, kindly face flashed past. The old woman smiled at Enna.
The gale carried the female ghost away, and they vanished from the house.
Enna lay on the ground for a long time before tears finally rolled from the corners of her eyes.
Her instincts were sharp.
Perhaps it wasn't simply instinct and talent.
Suddenly, she felt an emptiness inside her.
I could guess what it was like to lose a guardian spirit.
Her grandmother Elizabeth had actually been watching over her all along. The old woman had never been able to stop worrying about this child with her unusual gift.
Enna began to cry. Tears poured out, but her face showed no expression.
She forgot the burning pain in her neck, thinking only again and again of the way the old woman had looked as she disappeared.
As darkness fell, many people outside the house