A Glimpse of the Real Host!

The lime haired girl opened the doors to the Temple and walked in with a less than cheery step.

She was anxious.

It seemed that finally having her freedom from being shackled to one place wasn't entirely as refreshing as she had thought.

Skullius had jogged her memory, making her brain recall that mankind wasn't the most benevolent race. In fact, her new powers wouldn't do her any favours unless she learned to harnessed and used them to protect herself. Before that, if anyone discovered them...

Yuyui gulped.

This sentiment, coupled with the fact that she was walking in the most gruesomely designed section of the Temple of Unlusted, the Slurred Grounds, where the bodies of men flayed, disembowelled and disembodied could be found, didn't make her journey any more pleasant.