My name is Sofia, you should have heard of my name
Suddenly, the white mist began to churn rapidly, more intensely than before. Heavy footsteps echoed from afar, causing a change in the expressions of everyone in the ghost army.
Within the mist, another black tide surged from the distance, clearly more numerous than the previous wave.
But this was not the end of White Clothes' actions.
Her fingers danced lightly, conjuring streams of gray-white gas that coalesced into a cloud in the sky. Grey raindrops fell, and the aura within the Hell Warriors began to surge, breaking through the Emperor level to reach the realm of Ghost Saints.
The limitation that Hades had once imposed on the Horror World to restrict the power of Hell Warriors was effortlessly lifted by White Clothes.