When Do We Land

Archer watched Aeris transform into a similar shadow figure to the one he had, but it wasn't as strong. Once he sensed no hostility, he put his claws away. He knew the boy couldn't harm him, so he calmed down and scanned him.

[Aeris Redcliff]

[Race: Dark Wraith]

[Age: 20]

[Rank: Master]

[Exp: 7660/12000]

[Level: 90]

''A dark wraith? Like a ghost?'' He asked.

Aeris boy shook his head. ''No. We're born from pure mana, like you, but less potent. Our ancestors created a spell to let us take human form."

Archer smiled before commenting. ''That's awesome. What's it like to be a wraith? Do you scare village children at night? Or haunt the evil noble plaguing the land?''