Iskrin Olinum felt smug as he knew that he would definitely gain some fans after this, loving the reactions from the crowd so far.
Some of the audience had echoed his sentiments.
“Is she scared?”
“Scaredy cat.”
“No, Scaredy spiri-”
Jagonu Nanhor finally appeared at the end of the stage, her body squirming as though other living organisms dwelled inside her, betraying that fact, and the blurriness of her face along with the twitching of her torso told him what she and done.
He was a noble, so he was sure to have more than a few angry spirits on the other side; one of the many reasons he immediately followed the Wraith path to Spiritual Cultivation. Thus, it will be easy for her to find friends on that plane.
Waves of Ko-jin poured out of Iskrin Olinum and unto his technique as she had begun advancing on him waywardly as though dementedly drunk, but unmistakably.