Another request? Miss Sharron sounded... rather short on confidence.
Well, then-even a Sequence 5 like her was strapped for cash, just like a Sequence 6 like me.
Lorne stared at her exquisite face, which betrayed a hint of embarrassment, and immediately understood.
"Sigh... tell me about the enemy first." Lorne sighed. Judging by how hard up Miss Sharron was, money was probably out of the question.
"I need to assess the risks involved." He thought for a couple of seconds before continuing, "What does their Sealed Artifact do? Why does it counter you?"
Sharron regained her cool, impassive expression and said evenly, "Because of the curses."
"Curses?"
"Every Sequence of the Prisoner pathway that Maric and I belong to comes with a corresponding curse."
Sharron began her explanation.
"Starting from Sequence 7, Werewolf, we become fully cursed beings. Whenever the Red Moon waxes full, we lose most of our reason and uncontrollably sprout black hair all over our bodies-"
Lorne's curiosity was piqued. He could not help looking Sharron up and down, finding it difficult to imagine what this elegant, exquisite, doll-like Gothic lady would look like as a werewolf.
A slender lady in a Gothic Court Gown, covered in black fur beneath the crimson moonlight, throwing her head back and howling... That sight... just imagining it hurt my eyes!
Sharron ignored Lorne's inquisitive gaze and continued in her ethereal, drifting voice, "The curse of a Sequence 6 Zombie is a craving for warm human blood and fresh flesh. During a full moon, that craving becomes especially severe."
She paused, fixing Lorne with a deep look from her azure eyes, her voice growing even more ethereal. "As for the Wraith's curse, on nights when the Red Moon is full, we must either consume a certain number of human souls or