Guardian

"What is this place and what are you doing here?" Nicola continued to ask.

"Here is the final resting place for the inhabitants of this swamp, all the creatures that lived here move here at the end of their lives. And I, Tuatha, am the guardian of this place."

"You shouldn't be here!" He completed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know this was an important place. I came here to take revenge on an old enemy and ended up finding that place by chance." Nicola explained.

"Well, maybe I was too quick to attack you. What's your name, by the way?" Nicola could feel a twinge of curiosity in the small wisp that now floated around. "I have seen several races that came here for the final rest. But something like you never set foot in this land of the deads."

"My name is Nicola, and I am a kitsune" Nicola said with half truths. "A race of fox that lives a long way from here, you may not know it because of that."

"So you didn't come to die, I presume?" The sphere asked jumping from body to body that was around, its ethereal shape sometimes passed through matter and sometimes collided with it as something solid.

"Definitely not, as I said before I came here to take my revenge and ended up discovering this place. I was curious about how much dark mana has accumulated in this place and decided to explore the place, but I intend to leave after that."

"So are you leaving?" The tone of the flame sphere changed to a dark blue that seemed to express sadness. "How is the world outside? If you tell me a little I can let you explore the cemetery." Tuatha offered.

"What, did you never leave here?" Nicola asked confused. From what he had studied about wisps, they were naturally created undead. When a deceased soul refused to follow the path of reincarnation and lost its memories over time, it later took the form of a wisp due to various occasions in the environment.

A cemetery like this was a very conducive place for these created "natural" living dead to be generated but he had never read or heard about them being unable to leave their birthplace, after all they were one of the few living dead who had no weakness when exposed to sunlight or light mana.

"Why can't you get out of here? Is there a reason for that, I can tell you about the world outside but I would like you to experience it for yourself." Nicola said sincerely. Despite being a little cold he still had human feelings and back on Earth he hated to see people imprisoned against his will. That is why he had bad eyes for the slaves in this world.