The Demon
Reflexively, I protracted my claws and turned around, ready to repel the attack.
But I was wrong.
A ghost hovered above the pentagram in the very center of the room. He was clearly an Andago, a relative of Innis’.
The same black hair, the same features, fragile build...they even had a similar expression.
To Innis’ credit, she didn’t scream, hide behind my back, or faint. She simply narrowed her eyes, looking at the spirit.
“Who’s this?”
“Your ancestor, I presume.”
“Really?”
Carefully, Innis stepped forward, almost next to the ghost.
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