A soul energy as defense.

An approaching footsteps.

Firm footsteps in the deserted mansion. A man walked through the silent and eerie hallway, his long coat swept the floral tiled floors of the mansion, heading for the large open stairs in the living room.

Taking three large strides covering the first three steps of the stair, yet only his footsteps echoed in the mansion. Bringing him to halt, sensing the anomaly in the air.

* Will you come out and stop being my personal assailant! * His voice rang in the emptied walls of the mansion, laced with unremarkable amusement.

An inaudible grunt exhaled.

A young woman slowly materializes. Asher stood at the end of the stairway, a glimmer of strong disapproval in her eyes. Camouflaging her skin and blending into a healthy human like, a beautiful young woman in a silent mansion.

Whizzle.

The wind wrapped around her, quickly distorting the space around her pushing her lightheaded and feeling nausea.

* Ah! * She expelled a gasp, wheezing for breath.