บท 348: Fear The Night : Unseen Hand

The ethereal soil, it was covered in gashes that no longer managed to be closed in a brief instant, covered by damages from various elements, ghost flame smouldering all around, rubbing his face, Syklon saw crimson upon her pale skin, meanwhile, using her endless hands, Multaemanus put her upper body back on the lower, seamlessly reconnecting them.

The spectre's featureless visage turning to the side, a wave of dread slamming into the living, a splash of refreshing cold washing over the undead, turning back to the swordswoman, her tone elated.