Is that a wisp?

The arachne's body in front of him had bluish skin, black hair cascading over her breasts. Below his navel, Nicola could see a large, hairy body, with eight black arachnid legs that ended in sharp points.

Her face was round and smooth, her head rested against the dirt floor giving the impression that she was just sleeping in a sweet position.

Nicola carefully wrapped the corpse around his tails and wrapped it in fabric carefully, like a mummy to prevent any damage, and then kept it inside the space ring.

So when he kept that corpse, a sphere of gray light sprouted from under the ground and kept flying away from Nicola.

"What is it?" He spoke to himself, and then chased behind it. Both had the same destination, the epicenter of that place.

When the gray fire sphere reached the center of the cemetery, it stopped and spun in the air, an energy that reproduced flames of fire floated around a gray core. Perceiving Nicola's approach to that place, the small wisp seemed to be furious and moved quickly up and down.

Even his ethereal body changed to a reddish hue as if he were angry and floated towards Nicola to attack, he tried to stop the onslaught with his tails but they seemed to be holding smoke.

The small sphere passed between the tails and continued towards him, hitting his head hard with a blow that made him dizzy. Had it not been for trying to stop the attack and cover itself with an elemental layer, the sphere would have passed through his skull and killed him on the spot.

Although small, this wisp was very powerful, so Nicola thanked himself for sending the twins to the spatial artifact and being able to be alone in a fight like that.

Then he exchanged a few more blows with this enemy, however he was unable to inflict any apparent damage.

"What are you?" He asked. "I came here in peace, I just want to find out what this place is" Nicola changed his approach but still kept his daggers in hand.

The sphere stopped in the air at Nicola's words and then a voice vibrated in the air as if created by magic, which was probably the case. The voice was masculine and robotic, almost as if it were created by a rigid, non-lubricated machine that creaked at some times.

"Get out of the cemetery, intruder, this is not your place!"

'Is that a wisp?' Nicola thought