Getting closer to the rubble that used to be a kingdom, Raven's mantle fluttered in the strong oceanside winds while his companions followed right behind him. Even from afar, the dark spirit of what once used to be a person could be seen, and now that the party stood by the throne of ruins, the miasmic aura around the creature reminded them of the smoke that oozed out of corruption.
Another pawn of Nerva? Thought the hero, but his theory fell as quickly as it had come up. Using his own corruption, Raven tried to pick up any traces of the same in the vengeful spirit, and yet, nothing came of it. Retreating from the coils of torrential winds around the spirit, the hero lifted his head and looked straight ahead.
"You're a ghost, aren't you?" He asked, peering into the burning eyes of the spectre.
Adjusting its neck a little, the spirit lowered its head and leaned forward in its throne of rubble.
"And who are you? Another loud-mouthed betrayer?"
