Similar sights were everywhere in the other teams within the Psychic Army. They literally had a ghosts accompanied them.
The dark-haired man stayed in his commander tent.
'These ghosts... Aren't they just basically wraiths? If I construct a Chaos Ritual to turn them into wraiths, they would be able to interact with the world and gain Wraith powers. Then they can continue to fight. If they die, their souls return to the Moon Courts and I can reuse them again!'
The man grinned widely and stroked his invisible whiskers.
He froze because his whiskers weren't there no more.
"Old habits die hard." Mater mumbled.
"You want to jump in my shirt?" Selina said.
"Oh, hell yeah!"
Mater transformed back into the small black cat and jumped inside's Selina shirt. Her warm skin comforted him greatly.
The black cat popped his head out of her collar and stroked his now visible whiskers.
"Being small is actually pretty good!" The black cat meowed.
