C417 Cataclysm of Siren(4)

The shrill cries of the ghosts echoed in the corridor. The rotten stench made it hard for me to breathe. I glare furiously at the evil spirits who are continuously attacking me. The short knife in my hand made it very clear.

No matter how powerful these evil spirits were, in my eyes, they were not worth mentioning. Although there were many of them, dealing with them was not a problem