Jason, who wielded the Scarlet Lunar Corona, erupted with unimaginable speed and regenerative ability. With Klein's Purification bullets flying at him, he defeated and gravely wounded Maric in a matter of moments.
After gravely wounding Maric, he didn't pursue him. Instead, he charged toward Cyril at an incredible speed.
He'd finally realized something was wrong. As a Wraith, Steve shouldn't have been able to hold out this long. Even if Wraith Possession failed, he should have shown himself instead of staying completely silent.
A bitterly cold wind howled, carrying snowflakes through Cyril's body before suddenly exploding and sending waves of force surging outward.
Jason, the Living Household, burst through the frosted shock waves and pointed at Cyril, who hovered in midair.
A phantom skull formed from wisps of black smoke, thick with the scent of death, appeared from nowhere and shot toward Cyril. The instant it passed through his body, it exploded.
Boom!
Amid the muffled boom, strands of black smoke repeatedly rose and fell within the surging waves of force. From beginning to end, Cyril remained steadily suspended in midair,
as though he existed and didn't exist at once—visible, yet untouchable.
As the surging force began to subside, Cyril looked down at Jason, who was still trying to attack him. Steve's figure, reflected in Cyril's eyes, suddenly grew larger until their eyes overlapped.
He abruptly thrust out his left hand. The ground beneath Jason, the Living Household, suddenly turned black, becoming a muddy abyss.
Vague, transparent figures emerged from the mud. Some were missing limbs, some were covered in blood, some had charred skin,
and some were pale and cold...
Some of the summoned Wraith Shadows grabbed Jason by the ankles, others pinned down his head, and still others bit into his shoulder. They left his body numb and