The light falling from upstairs behind them suddenly began to flicker. The building creaked, and the temperature plummeted. In the blink of an eye, their breath had turned to mist.
Several enormous wine barrels nearby began to shake and roll across the floor on their own, making a harsh racket.
Su Ming remained calm. He merely watched the display and said to Enchantress, "I'm not very good at dealing with ghosts. I'm only so-so when it comes to souls. After all, the Black Lantern Ring is more suited to corporeal undead. What about you?"
"If I wanted to, I could make Louis XVI and Queen Mary's souls fight a divorce case in the Dreaming, and both sides would want to hire me as their attorney. What do you think?"
Albera smoothly ran a hand through her short hair, put away her bottle, and lit a cigarette. But instead of smoking it, she pinched the roll between both hands, folded it over twice with four fingers, and began to chant.
Normally, she did not need incantations to cast spells. But since this was another world, and she wanted to speak with this ghost, she chose a more polite and gentle method.
The crushed cigarette flared violently in her hands, spraying dense sparks like fireworks. She pressed her hands together, held them before her mouth, and blew hard. The burning powder drifted to the ground and automatically formed a fairly simple Magic Circle around the well.
"Whew, not bad. This universe at least has the concept of Hell, and my magic is even a little stronger here. This is a Dimensional Restraint Curse. Normally, it binds demons summoned into the Main Dimension, but it can catch ghosts too."
She stepped back and indicated that Deathstroke should question the ghost about to appear.