Normally, incense and candles burned for quite a long time.
But now, before Arthur's eyes, they burned away chunk by chunk, as though they were being...
Devoured!
Yes!
Devoured!
It was as if something invisible were eating the incense and candles one mouthful at a time.
Narrowing his eyes, Arthur first glanced at [Death Intuition]. Only after confirming that it showed no flicker did he discreetly survey his surroundings.
His ordinary senses detected nothing.
His [spirituality] senses detected nothing either.
But his perception through [Breath of Death] revealed something a little different-
The smoke and flames from the incense and candles vanished completely at a point one meter above his head.
There...
The smoke and flames disappeared into thin air.
Had the incense and candles before him not still been burning, Arthur would have wondered whether that smoke and those flames existed at all.
Instinctively, Arthur glanced at Malinda out of the corner of his eye.
The young Medium had to make sure the lady beside him wasn't playing a joke on him.
When he saw the faint curiosity in her eyes, the young Medium knew she had nothing to do with what was happening before him.
Had they...
Gone to the Land of Long Night's Slumber?
Arthur's guess was far from certain.
None of the knowledge of the mystical side he had encountered contained any similar accounts.
The myths of this world, on the other hand, did contain something similar-when friends and family passed away, the thoughts and blessings of the living would travel on the wind into the Land of Long Night's Slumber, where the departed could sense them, and they would become the departed's most precious treasures.
Having personally experienced so many mysterious things, Arthur wouldn't scoff at such myths, but without more evidence, he didn't dare