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A silver light flashed through the center of the room.
Freya, without a second thought, drew her dagger and slashed towards Lena's face!
'Clang!'
The sharp dagger, mixed with a violent gust of wind, left a deep mark on the ground.
But now, the spot where Lena had stood was empty.
Freya scanned her surroundings with a chilling gaze.
The warm glow of the campfire flickered from the aftermath of Freya's strike.
However, she noticed that in Aishebun's arms, Lena's figure was nestled against him, quietly sleeping.
"What is going on?"
Freya stared in Lena's direction, feeling that something was unusually strange. Despite the commotion she had just caused, no one had awakened, and the Screaming Dust used for alerting had not reacted either.
She touched the back of her neck and found it already covered in a layer of fine cold sweat.
After thinking for a moment, she walked over to Rand, who was closest to her, and lightly kicked his body with her foot.
"Rand, senior Rand?"
Her gentle calls brought no response.
Freya frowned as she looked at Rand, who appeared to be in a deep sleep, feeling a slight unease in her heart.
It seemed that apart from the breathing of a few people in the wooden cabin, there were no other sounds.
The thick fog outside remained dense.
Suddenly, it seemed she thought of something and quickly took out a black pouch from her waist bag, opening it to take a look inside.
Most of the golden Sunlight Powder that was originally contained had surprisingly turned dark brown, and it even showed signs of slowly changing in quality.
"This..."
The change in the Sunlight Powder made Freya's pupils slightly constrict. In an instant, she scattered the remaining Sunlight Powder around her, using herself as the center.
Golden dust mixed with black particles immediately filled the entire room, gradually falling under the influence of gravity.
'Sizzle...'
Suddenly, a sound like electricity crackled close to Freya's back. At the same time, she felt a cold breeze brushing against her neck, as if an icy hand had reached in there.
This sudden sensation made Freya's scalp tingle and goosebumps rise all over her body.
Without looking back, she thrust the dagger, which had a bit of Sunlight Powder on it, straight behind her.
"Ah!!!"
A girl's unique scream echoed from the spot where she had stabbed.
Behind Freya, a blurry figure twisted and rolled, and a pool of black liquid slowly flowed from the dagger to the ground, forming a puddle after a while.
As the liquid drained away, the scream gradually changed until it disappeared completely.
Freya turned around. Feeling that inexplicable chill slowly fade away, she confirmed her earlier suspicion deep down.
"Wraith..."
The black liquid spread to her feet, exploding into black sparks upon contact with the fallen Sunlight Powder.
She bent down, extending her finger to poke at the Black Liquid, then brought it to her nose for a gentle sniff.
A pungent smell of blood mixed with a faint odor of decay emanated from the liquid.
"Indeed, it's malevolent..."
Feeling the coldness at her fingertips, she frowned slightly and quickly shook off the Black Liquid.
Having worked as an assistant in the Necromancy Department for so long, although she had not encountered many things related to Spirit, she was somewhat familiar with them.
Spirit is a special energy reaction formed by the condensation of a person's spirit after death. It is inherently unconscious and generally invisible to ordinary apprentices; only wizards who have dealt with the Necromancy Department can discover these entities through certain means.
Most Spirit are harmless, but some special Spirit carry a lingering attachment due to unresolved issues from their lives. After death, they become Spirit and possess a kind of obsession that can be either good or bad, depending on their past regrets.
"Generally speaking, while Spirit is another form of life, their forms should still resemble their appearances in life. So..."
Freya turned her head to look at the still-sleeping Lena, her heart growing increasingly heavy.
After pondering for a moment, she cleaned the Black Liquid and dust off her dagger, then took out a clever Test Tube from her waist pouch, where a transparent liquid gently rippled inside.
Removing the stopper, she poured the liquid from the Test Tube onto the dagger, stowed away the empty Test Tube, and then gently approached Lena.
The function of that Test Tube was similar to that of the Sunlight Powder, prepared by Freya to counteract the Negative Energy of the Necromancy Department.
"Spirit do not lie, so the truth must be... that this Lena before me is fake..."
Although she did not know who the woman impersonating Lena was, it was clear that the real Lena was dead, making her a dangerous presence for Freya.
Looking down at the person who looked exactly like Lena, Freya paused.
A dagger, accompanied by a loud buzzing sound, was thrust directly toward her.
Bang!
The solid ground was pierced, creating a large hole, and Lena's body was sliced in half at the waist by the tremendous penetrating force, crimson liquid and internal organs splattering everywhere.
Aishebun, whom Freya had deliberately avoided, could not escape being splattered with these substances.
"It's over..."
Although she did not understand why everyone remained asleep, the 'Lena' before her was undeniably dead.
The blood continued to spread as Freya took a couple of steps back from the corpse.
Just as she contemplated how to deal with the body, a rustling sound came from the severed parts of Lena's corpse.
At some point, the thick fog outside had stopped swirling, and a woman's murmuring voice faintly emerged from within it.
The voice sounded like singing yet also resembled soft whispers.
Freya, who had just felt that the crisis had passed, suddenly stiffened, chills running down her spine.
Creak.
The sound of a door opening.
She slowly and stiffly turned around, the dagger in her hand making a corrosive sound.
The liquid on the dagger seemed to react with something like strong acid, emitting a foul odor that dispersed into the air.
In Freya's view, at the wooden door, Lena stood there in a white dress, barefoot, her mouth moving as she uttered indistinct sounds.
Suddenly, a pale hand reached out from the severed part of the corpse beside Freya.
It was as if the corpse was connected to some strange tunnel; as the hand emerged, followed by a head and then a body.
Before long, another Lena in a white dress appeared before Freya.
A thick chill instantly filled the entire room.
The fire that had been burning slowly extinguished under the cover of the dense fog.
Freya widened her eyes, staring at the two identical Lenas before her, an unprecedented sense of oppression suddenly rising in her heart. (To be continued)
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