A notification flashed in front of Seramoro, though it could hardly care for it. It all spelled one thing with extended specificity, though in the same casualness as when Skullius was still an Undead in the Tremur.
Immense danger.
[Congratulations! You have royally screwed yourself by entering a Majestic Territory!]
....
Seramoro let out a blood-curdling screech as the light from the enormous moon above hit it with its smooth, pale glow. The effect on the long-haired figure, was that it was turned hazy, like an illusion. But that wasn't all.
Far from it.
Seramoro wailed and knelt down, huddling against itself like a foetus. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that only its physical body was turned into the see-through apparition by the moon. A solid, short form with a bright glow was revealed under the mortal vessel!
A battered and incomplete soul that couldn't even fill the body.