She waved her wand, allowing a faint, cold glimmer to swirl once around the old Earl, causing his aggressive stance to quickly cease, pacifying the Spirit of Anger beneath his helmet to a calm neutrality.
For the first time, the old Earl seemed to awaken from the emotions death had brought.
He moved his neck, casting a curious gaze toward the oddly dressed Nifytelli, as Lady Xike's Spiritual Body also floated out from her husband's body at that moment; the delicate resentful spirit had already understood.
She called out for help in the air towards Nifytelli:
"Save us! Your Excellency, the Walker of the Death Moon, my husband and I are both being controlled by them! This city is the same, the power of death torments us, it roars every moment demanding we take vengeance and destroy.
It's like a hell implanted in our minds, leaving us no peace!
Help us!
You have the power to save us."
"I have come precisely for this."
