Ship ticket

This was far more shocking than killing someone. Neph's first reaction was not to look up. She used her spirituality to seize the progress bar that represented her presence and, in one swift motion, did what she had not dared to do earlier-she dragged it all the way down.

It was a risky move, because Neph was not sure she could reappear. If she could not, she might have to trouble the True Creator again.

The figure hovering overhead drifted down. Her body was translucent, and Neph could make out wine-red waves of hair and eyes heavily shaded with dark purple eyeshadow. Holding Anderson's head, Neph backed away warily. The woman's gaze remained fixed on the spot where she had vanished, her eyes puzzled.

"Huh?"

A Wraith? Could she be from the Rose School? Hmm, if she followed me from that tavern, then that Vampire wasn't normal either. In any case, she shouldn't be able to see me. Neph watched the translucent woman and relaxed for the moment.

The woman floated toward the corpse on the ground. Neph saw her take a rolled-up sheet of paper from inside her clothes and slowly unfurl it-it was the sketch she had left in the tavern.

"Frost-" Neph heard the woman's soft, alluring voice again. "A Zombie?"

Her eyes were full of confusion, and Neph knew why. Compared with Beyonders of the Abomination Pathway, who were plagued by curses and malicious thoughts, she was so normal that it became abnormal.

But no one would consider anything outside the twenty-two Pathways. Judging by her earlier performance, a Zombie was probably the best explanation.

As for her sudden disappearance, that could be explained by a Mystical Item.

And there was more than one suspicious thing about Neph. The woman lowered her gaze to the sketch