The incomplete skull seemed to possess a special magic that attracted it. The ghost fire even felt that if it could just absorb and merge with the skull, it would undergo a world-altering transformation.
But back in its previous dwelling, there were still two beast bones it hadn't finished absorbing.
Just as it was caught in this dilemma, a demonic wind suddenly stirred out of nowhere. The moment the wind rose, a hush fell over the surroundings. The other will-o'-the-wisps, cowering in their own hiding spots, flickered with uneasy flames, trying to bury themselves deeper.
This was a trembling fear that came from pure instinct. This was true even for it—a being that had spent three years growing its core self to the size of two fists, becoming the most powerful existence in this part of the mire.
But its core self had yet to undergo a grade-level evolution.
