The moment the glowing blue sphere left Lana's palm, the air cracked with a thunderous pulse.
The light from the mystic energy ball illuminated every corner of the dark room, painting the ghost's shadowy body in brilliant gold-blue tones.
The ghost froze mid-lunge. Its inhuman eyes widened as the sphere whistled through the air, twisting and spinning like a comet before it struck dead center in its chest.
The explosion that followed was blinding.
A wave of pressure rippled through the room, strong enough to make the furniture rattle and the windows tremble violently. Naina screamed, shielding her face with both hands.
Meanwhile, the ghost's body started to disintegrate into pieces of atoms. A triumphant expression appeared on Lana's face.
At the same time, she became sure of her theory. If her pure mystic energy is condensed into a mystic ball and hits the target accurately, she can deal with ghosts 5 levels above her.
