"Whew..."
Tracy panted heavily, a trace of exhaustion and viciousness flashing across her beautiful face.
She tried to raise her hand to unleash another burst of black flame, but the stabbing pain from her depleted spirituality forced her to stop.
There were too many. Far too many. The sheer number of undead creatures before her was enough to drive anyone to despair!
No matter how many she burned with her black flames, fresh undead would roar and fill the gaps a second later, without end.
The size of this undead army was completely beyond anything she had imagined.
This was definitely not something an ordinary Sequence 4 could accomplish...
They were at sea, surrounded by a raging storm. The distance was too great for her to escape directly through a mirror.
Could that detective belong to the Numinous Episcopate...? Tracy guessed.
And he must hold a fairly high position, or so many people wouldn't have come to rescue him...
Both the strange crowned ghost from earlier and this suddenly appearing high-sequence powerhouse of the Corpse Collector pathway seemed to confirm Tracy's suspicions.
No. I can't die here.
I haven't seen Brando yet.
That promise of "two" hasn't been fulfilled, and my happy life hasn't even begun.
I can't just die here without knowing why...
Should I activate my incomplete mythical creature form and take a gamble? Tracy weighed her options.
She does look somewhat familiar...
While controlling the undead fighting Tracy, Azik had also been observing her.
Unfortunately, the fragmented memories in his mind were not enough for him to identify her accurately.
Could she be the descendant of someone I know...?
Boom!
Another blast of black flame swept through. Several undead creatures at the forefront wailed in agony amid the dark flames, turning into piles of ash.
Immediately afterward,