"Truly a relic of a Sage Level."
Shard flicked the blade gently and beckoned to the pitiful cat standing on the bed; it immediately ran over. It leapt onto Shard's outstretched hand as he crouched down, then agilely scampered up his arm to his shoulder.
Now, the entire house looked unsafe, and Shard could not leave the cat alone in the bedroom.
The collapse of the evil spirit from the middle-aged fat man, whose orifices bled, did not dispel the white fog and the chilly wind. On the contrary, the footprints above became denser, and the miserable green light in front grew closer.
With his left hand covering Mia's head and his right hand gripping the sword, his index finger extended to touch the cold blade:
"Silvermoon!"
In an instant, moonlight burst out through the blade. The cold silver light dispelled the fog around, and just as the invisible spirit of a hanged woman in a long dress appeared overhead, a following arc of silver light split her in two.
