The frustrating, clue-less day left them with only one solid theory. Standing by their vehicle as dusk painted the grim village in shades of deep blue and purple, Nero voiced it.
"It has to be a ghost-type entity. A specter, a phantom. Something incorporeal." He ran a hand through his hair. "Explains the lack of tracks. It doesn't walk. It floats. Explains why it doesn't scare the animals—they might not even see it. And it could just… pass through a man and take his soul, or pull him into some other plane, leaving nothing behind."
Khione gave a slow, cold nod. "Corporeal laws are ineffective. Fire and ice would pass through it. My magic would be useless." She glanced at Nero. "Your Lightning has a purifying aspect. It is our best tool."
