“WhythehellisitStage2peak!?”Ishoutedindisbelief,staringattheghostfiftymetersahead.
Iexpectedearlyormid-stage,maybete-stageatworst—butpeak?
Tootetopin.Onlybychallengingstrrow.
Itriedtotakeitbysurprise,suppressingmyauraasIapproached.Maybeitdidn’tknowIcouldseeit,ormaybeitthoughtIwastoughtodealwith—itjustsme.
Itsfacewashorrifying—crackedopenwoundsrevealingbosmouthtorntotheearswithjaggedteethexposed,twincrimsonghost-firesburninginitshollowsockets.Itlookedexactlylikeademonthathadjustcrawledoutofhell,radiatinganicymalevolechilledmyspine.
Icouldn’ttakeitanymore.Fearsurgedthroughme—ifIdidn’tmovenow,I’dcolpsefromdread.
“VajraTeique—se!”
Justintime.Myblowstruckbeforeitcouldreajuringitbadly.Theghosthowled,thenfled.
“Hey!Coward!”Ishouted,thensprierit.
ButitfloatedwhileIran.Anditwasahigherrealmthanme—Icouldn’tcatchup.Ieragittoitsir,dehghostlyenergy.
Suddenly,aswarmofghostsemerged—itwaslikeagangbinghisthugs.Luckily,theywereallStage-1,andIcouldhahemwithease.
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