As they gradually entered the deeper parts of the area shrouded in ominous clouds, the light grew ever darker. Despite it being summer, the chilling wind sweeping across the land was bone-piercing.
On the eerie night-like plain, the withered vegetation seemed lifeless and dead. The hazy spirit light was drawn by the barely noticeable sound of bells, drifting away slowly.
Crude burial mounds without tombstones began to open from within, breaking through the soil.
A wandering soul occupied a corpse and howled as it tried to rise, only to be immediately thrust back into the wooden coffin by a heavy silver spear.
Leon twisted the spear blade, shattering the corpse. He picked up the Earth Vein Spirit Lamp radiating with green light in his hand and infused it with a subtle magic power to activate the magic technique.
