"A specter. You must be kidding. Ghost doesn't exist." The Baron said.
"Unfortunately, I am not, Baron of Scalize. Magic can bend reality to the will of its user. Is it really that hard to believe a soul can have its own life?"
The Baron breathed in deep. "Go on."
"A specter is a being without a physical body. It can't hurt you in a physical sense. But it can hurt your soul. These cuts weren't physical. They were spiritual."
"It can't be. Can't you see those cuts? Those are real physical wounds!"
"The cuts that went through the clothes of the victim and hurt their flesh directly?
A man without the will to live will soon succumb to death no matter how healthy he is. It is the same with a cut from a specter. It can't hurt you directly but it can hurt your soul.
Once your soul is wounded, your body will follow.
It is called Phasmosis Damage."
