When I saw that Ghost I thought I was going to die. In front of me was a figure that looked like a man, but his face was decrepit, and the little flesh left on it clearly exposed his bones. He was bald, and the few strands of hair he had looked fragile. I was less than half a meter away from it, and at that distance, where I could feel his icy breath, he could easily drain my life.
I could feel something coming out of my throat, and as disgusting as the Ghost was, I knew it wasn't vomit. When I looked down, something was coming out of my mouth. It was transparent, but I could see a shape leaving my body and being absorbed by the spirit.
As my life force was being drained by that monster, I felt my body growing weaker and weaker, my legs shaking as if they would fail me at any moment. At this rate I would be sucked dry until the bitter end.
I thought I was done for. But then a high-pitched voice echoed in my ears, "Crystal Wall!"
