Chapter 456: Should the Church of Light Be Taken Over?

The Breath of Death Mist has little destructive power, but it is the prelude to many horrifying magics.

Mournful wails—echoed through the mist, as Countess Rebinya remembered the experiences taught by her elders. She stayed completely still, even slowing her breathing as much as possible. As a Great Swordsman, she could even hold her breath for over ten minutes.

Giant wraiths began to loom vaguely in the mist, their movements sounding like the cries of infants, sending chills down one's spine.

A wraith circled around her, drifting by her side.

Rebinya remained motionless, her eyes wide open, but resolutely avoiding eye contact with the wraith.

The wraith abandoned her, wailing as it drifted away.

A larger shadow appeared in the mist, slowly floating towards her with a huge scythe in hand, moving as if it were the Grim Reaper itself.