Sinister winds suddenly swept through the castle hall. The once-normal candle flames and the fires in the braziers all turned green.
A humanoid ghost suddenly appeared before Raphael and Sharron.
Raphael smacked his lips, feeling as though his mouth had been blessed with prophetic powers. Whatever he said came true.
Miss Sharron glanced at Raphael, then turned toward the ghost. She opened her mouth and let out a piercing Shriek. The newly formed ghost suddenly rippled violently, fading considerably in an instant.
The ghost raised both hands. The surrounding air seemed to become bone-chillingly cold all at once, and a layer of white frost formed on the floor, spreading toward Raphael and Sharron.
Sharron snapped her fingers. A sinister wind suddenly swept up the frost on the floor and sent it swirling around the ghost.
Beyonders of the Prisoner pathway gained the ability to manipulate frost after reaching Zombie.
Now that Sharron was at Sequence 4, this ability had become quite an effective means of attack.
Surrounded by the white frost, the ghost froze into a diamond-shaped ice crystal.
Miss Sharron raised both hands and twisted them in opposite directions. The ice crystal shattered. The ghost was first twisted into a corkscrew, then torn to pieces a moment later.
Raphael was just about to speak when Sharron looked over, stopping him with her gaze.
Raphael smiled helplessly. "I've figured out the pattern behind this illusion. The Illusion Master must be fairly weak, and since I've brought in someone like you to help, all it can manage this time are 'guided' attacks.
"Basically, whatever we think of determines what kind of monster it gives us.
"Although I haven't detected it, these illusions probably borrow our own power, too."
Sharron nodded. She had come to a similar conclusion just now, which was