True Phantasmal

White Jack looked at Bloody Mary in fear.

The judgmental gaze from a spiritual being was much simpler than humans.

Whose soul fire was stronger, who was the stronger one?

White Jack saw the soul fire in Bloody Mary, and it was definitely powerful. More importantly, the soul fire burned frankly, as though it was running on infinite gas.

'What is this weird thing?'

White Jack thought in its mind, but it approached Bloody Mary in a friendly manner and bowed, as though it didn't know how powerful Bloody Mary was.

As for Bloody Mary?

A warm smile appeared on its ghostly face, as though the sneering and mocking earlier was nothing but an illusion.

'Trying to play disguise are we?

'I'm all for it!'

Disguise was Bloody Mary's forte.

"Not bad."

Kieran took the chessboard and the blood chess piece, and inspected it.

The comment had two meanings.

First, Bloody Mary did a good job.