Lucien hesitated.
Seeing the hesitation present in Lucien's eyes, the ghost's hopes were rekindled. It place its hands on the ground, desperate to get in contact with its other body parts outside the illusion.
It could not get in contact with it.
Desperate, the ghost tried again. But there's no signal or response coming in. It's like something is blocking the ghost's powers to reach out towards the outside world.
Lucien noticed the ghost's strange behavior and immediately understand what it was trying to do.
Lucien lowered his blade and stared at with keen eyes.
"If what you said is true and this blade can really curse someone, do you know what it's called?"
The ghost's desperate lumpy form squirm in the ground for a few times before looking up in desperation.
"Crescent! No, something about Moon… Yes! Crescent! The Moon Crescent Chaser!!"
Lucien scoffed. "That's pretty damn long name."