Digging Up a Grave

In the hotel room, Klein had frightened the teacher named Kospsti into silence. Then, without ceremony, he used the mysticism materials Kospsti carried to prepare Holy Night Powder and erect a Wall of Spirituality.

Only then did he begin questioning the Ancient Feysac teacher from Backlund.

What had happened tonight had badly frightened Kospsti, too. His attempts in Backlund had never managed to awaken a corpse. How could he have known it would be so dangerous...

The cloaked man before him looked very much like one of the professionals said to handle such supernatural incidents. Kospsti dared not hide anything. He told Klein exactly where he came from and where he had learned the Spirit Dance ritual.

"So an old gentleman you took in taught you? You called him a vagrant at first... And he showed you how he could swat a mosquito dead, then wake it again?" Klein asked thoughtfully.

"Yes... If there'd been enough time, I would even have liked to become his student.

"In those few days, he taught me the Dance of Death and a great deal of other knowledge. Unfortunately, our time was too short. I'd only just begun to get the hang of it when he died..." Kospsti said with regret.

For that old gentleman, death might not have been the end... Thinking of the wonders surrounding Mr. Azik, Klein asked, "Where did you bury him?"

"In the back garden of my house in Backlund... The address is No. 4 Arca Street, North Borough," Kospsti answered honestly.

I should report this to the captain and have him contact the Backlund Nighthawks to investigate...

Only then did Klein realize that, after his resurrection, he was no longer a Nighthawk. And the captain could never hear his report again...

His spirits sank. It took him a