A step-entry?
What was that?
Arthur wondered to himself. He still had not figured out what the "Arcana" level meant, and now another new, critically important term had appeared.
And this new term had appeared simply because he had changed from "rejecting" deathly aura to "actively absorbing" it.
"Spare my life! Please!"
Morrilke, a member of the "Death Poetry Society's Thirtieth Choir," revered as one of the "Four Tones of the Choir," had lost every trace of the arrogance and contempt he had shown when he first met Arthur.
All he had left was terror and fear.
Terror filled his heart.
Fear covered his face.
His eyes lowered along with his head, no longer daring to look directly at Arthur before him.
A step-entry!
This was a step-entry!
Panic consumed Morrilke. The Death Aura slipped completely beyond his control, pouring into Arthur's body like rivers flowing into the sea.
Within two breaths, Morrilke had been drained dry.
Grayish white spread over the entire body of this member of the "Death Poetry Society's Thirtieth Choir."
Then-
Crack!
With a crisp sound like shattering porcelain, Morrilke broke apart.
His shattered body trickled down like sand, leaving only a white cloak rotting amid the grains.
He just died?!
Arthur, sitting on the crossbeam, was filled with astonishment.
He really had only actively absorbed some "Death Aura." He had done nothing else.
And that had sucked the man straight to death?
[Breath of Death] completely counters all deathly aura, along with anyone who controls or uses it!
That realization dawned on the young "medium."
If that's the case...
Numerous thoughts emerged in the young "medium's" mind. But instead of looking at Morrilke, who had already turned to sand on the ground, he swept his gaze toward the dense woods to one side.
Seven people