A billow of white mist rose from the river's surface, marking the final imprint left by the Ghosts and Vampires in this world. The mighty blessing power completely obliterated these things from the Undead World. No one knows where the souls, who had already lost their lives once, would drift to, but one could be certain they would never return to the Undead World. Compared to reliving that gray and hopeless space, complete annihilation might be a better choice.
"Praise the Moonlight Goddess!" The elves would not show any pity towards these invaders. Many of their comrades on the front lines did not return, and those elves who had not encountered the Banshees did not know how those sacrificed. Yet, it was evident that those Elf Warriors had given their precious lives. The elves had almost infinite time to experience life, and each individual was like a chronicle of history. Therefore, the loss of any soul was tantamount to erasing the past of the entire elf race.
