In a flash, Leon's vision transformed, everything turned into an ashen pale, with only the multitude of soul-fires scattered across the land being particularly striking.
Almost at the same time, Leon noticed an odd phenomenon occurring on the city walls.
Plumes of ethereal flames, invisible to the naked eye, were continually detaching from the corpses that could no longer sustain them.
These glimmers signified the souls of the Corpse Ghosts and the living guards that had been killed.
But the lifeless souls didn't disperse; instead, they swirled around like a swarm of bees attracted to something, flying towards the woodland hills east of the city.
"So that's it. To collect souls... There's a Magic Technique gathering all the deceased Wandering Souls within this domain..." Lola's voice sounded as if she had realized something.
Leon, upon hearing this, couldn't help but feel horrified. Wasn't this like cheating?
