"Please wait, guest."
As the gentle yet solemn female voice rang out, the wraiths all turned their heads in unison.
Then, the owner of that voice gracefully stepped into their view.
At the same time, through his mental link with the wraiths, Moros witnessed the scene as well.
She was a beautiful young woman who exuded an inexplicable sense of holiness and a faint maternal radiance.
Her delicate face and brown hair were lightly veiled by pure white gauze. Her blue eyes were clear and pure, yet carried an indescribable ethereal quality.
She wore a solemn black nun's habit. Though little of her skin was exposed, she somehow gave off a sensual air.
Her proud figure was even more unforgettable at first glance.
Apponia!
Moros's heart stirred as he recognized her.
At that moment, he became even more certain that choosing the Necropolis faction had been a wise decision.
Like all units of the Necropolis faction, the wraiths possessed the unit traits of undead creatures.
This trait granted them a natural immunity to mind-affecting magic and related abilities.
Although this immunity was not absolute, it was already enough to ensure that the wraiths would not be controlled by Disciplines when facing Apponia, who had yet to undergo Fusion Warrior Surgery and become one of the Flame-Chaser Warriors.
Apponia's gaze was as calm as autumn water as it swept lightly over the wraiths. It showed not the slightest ripple, yet brought an indescribable tranquility to the surroundings.
Amid that tranquil atmosphere, one of the wraiths controlled by Moros spoke.
"Miss Apponia, it is an honor to meet you here."
"You are...?"
A trace of confusion appeared on Apponia's stunning face.
Her brows furrowed slightly, clearly astonished by the scene before her.
To her surprise, she could not see the threads of