STUBBORN GHOST

Nether energy as cold as the raw steels of hell seeped out of the door, flowing towards him. The howl of a fiend followed and grey smoke began to twist and swirl around, rushing towards him. He furrowed his brows and quickly summoned his protective artifact.

“Awooo! Whooo!”

The cold air kept whooshing around in the room, swirling steadily towards the ceiling. When it reached a high crescendo, it dived outside the door, flowing furiously towards Alex. He raised his sword, ready to fight whatever it was that was attacking him within the grey smoke. The silhouette of a bloodied woman in the middle of the hurricane caught his eye, causing the frown on his face to deepen.

He immediately summoned various talismans and artifacts and hurled it towards the entity. A high pitched feminine shriek followed the attack, letting him know that he didn't miss the target.

“It's truly a ghost, what a powerful one. Her resentment must be very deep. Even after all these years, her soul and will didn'
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