The Fall of Ghosts

The sect halls were empty as I walked towards the elder's chamber. I could see a large group of disciples standing around chatting with each other before they noticed me. Their hands immediately reached for their swords. I held up the comb.

"Does this mean anything to any of you?" I asked.

They didn't answer only charged me. I sent forth a large moon arch blade of energy into the group. The bodies fell before even reaching my feet. Blood spilled onto the ground like rain. I pushed open the doors to the chamber and walked into a brightly lit room. Three elders sat at the front of the room facing the door. Their eyes glared at me with hatred. In front of the elders knelt Dogza and several groups of disciples. Everyone's head turned to me.

"I will only ask this once, does this comb mean anything to you? The old specter asked me to look after his descendant." I said holding up the comb.

Several eyes widened at the mention of the ghost.