The moment the Second Wraith decided to stop playing hide-and-seek, the entire Mirror Forest groaned. It didn't just step out of a reflection; it tore its way through the dimensions of the glass, stepping into our reality like a giant foot through a windowpane.
This thing was a nightmare on steroids. It was ten times more powerful than the first one, the one I'd secretly nicknamed "Chubby."
And honestly? Thank the Supreme God that Chubby wasn't here to see this. He would've been so insecure about his mana levels he probably would've started a "Who's the Deadliest Wraith" vlog just to keep up.
This new Wraith didn't have a face. Its "head" was a swirling, condensed fireball of pure, violet-black mana that hissed like a thousand snakes.
It let out a screech that didn't just hurt my ears, it made my very soul feel like it was being scraped by a rusty fork.
"Ugh, someone get this thing a lozenge!" I yelled, shielding my eyes.
