The shadow drew closer to the group, bouncing between patches of darkness and creating soft gusts of wind that threatened to snuff out the campfire. The flames trembled, the shadows danced, and the entity leapt high once it reached the middle of the road, landing lightly atop the ruined wooden roof of a small house. From there, beneath the admirable starry night, it silently observed the group—analyzing them.
"What the hell is that thing?!" Mitsuki said, frightened. He moved closer to Monar, turning his back to him without taking his eyes off the creature, covering his blind spot.
The dark elf, focused on the mysterious entity, said:
"Judging by its movements, the atmosphere it creates around itself, and the mana in our bodies resonating with its own, it must be an A-rank Specter—a rather powerful one."
'Specter… Could it be like the Master of Ash? If that's the case, then we…' Mitsuki thought, clenching his fist at the idea of summoning his weapon.
