Chapter 623 Dalton Yarwood.
The tall figure stood amidst the blood mist, completely unfazed by the surrounding evil spirits.
The resentment couldn’t touch him. Instead, they dissipated as they approached him. It wasn’t due toany protective charm he carried, but rather, his very being instilled a profound fear in all souls.
Wynter’s mind cleared almost instantly. The distracting chant and the spirits under Gabby’s control allhalted their actions.
Though their eyes remained blood–red and their forms grotesque, they respectfully lowered their gazesupon seeing the newcomer. They even created a path for him.
The tall man wore a pure black wool coat. As he strode forward, he exuded the air of a businessmanfrom Hawford–refined and gentlemanly, perhaps educated abroad with a hint of 19th–century etiquette.
His face was strikingly handsome and cold. Only Wynter’s fiancé could possess such a complex andintricate spiritual form.
However, it seemed that this version of him from a century ago didn’t have such a short lifespan.
He should have been the least likely to be superstitious. Yet, here he was, casually strolling in with aFoplya wooden doll in hand, wearing leather gloves as if afraid of dirtying himself.
The doll seemed to sense danger. Its eyes snapped open and glowed menacingly. Its hair grew wildly,attempting to ensnare Dalton’s hand like it had a mind of its own.
Dalton raised his gaze and pulled its hair with his finger. The wooden doll emitted an unprecedented
scream.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the laboratory shifted. The light bulbs began to flicker and buzzerratically.
Gabby obviously panicked. “Release the sacred item at once!”
As she said that, the wooden doll, which had come alive, straightened and lunged at Dalton’s shoulder.She intended to bite him.
Wynter swiftly flicked her left hand, sending the lucky token, pierced by a silver needle, through thedoll’s
heart.
Instantly, the laboratory shook violently. An endless stream of blood began gushing from the ancientwell.
Gabby went berserk, determined to drag both intruders into the well.
She summoned more resentment to form a vortex above the consulate. With that, she could pull in allthe spirits on the land to her aid.
“You Cascadians have no reverence for God!” Gabby, now in the wooden doll, flew into the air. Itglowered down at the two figures below. “I shall judge you in the name of God!”
Faces began to emerge from the ground. They stared at Wynter and Dalton through the mist.
Chapter 623 Dahon Yorwood
There were expressions of pain, pleading, anger, malice, and bloodlust. Each face mouthed silentwords that initially seemed meaningless but carried a malevolent chant that could drive one mad uponlistening
closer.
Though Wynter had never encountered this, she had heard Atwater mention it.
This was a phenomenon known as “Hundred Ghosts Weeping“, a phenomenon that only occurredduring major calamities.
It was extremely rare, with only a few occurrences recorded in ancient texts. Those with a deeper
knowledge of the Arcane Way were more susceptible to its influence, which could lead to confusionand mental disarray.
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