The girl had already crossed too far to turn back, and now Lana could only deal with her directly.
Lana snapped her fingers. A strand of yellow mystic energy bloomed at the tip of her index finger, glowing softly like molten gold. The air trembled faintly as the energy seeped forward and flowed into Blake's body.
Blake's eyelids fluttered violently before snapping open. His pupils were pitch-black, swirling with malice.
The moment his gaze landed on Lana, a twisted, chilling smirk stretched across his face.
"What are you doing here?" his voice rasped, layered with something inhuman. "Are you courting death?"
Lana did not flinch. She had long grown used to confronting ghosts. A faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Yes," she replied calmly. "I am courting death."
She paused, her eyes sharpening. "But not mine. Yours."
The ghost ground its teeth violently. The sound was so harsh that Lana felt her chest tighten. Blood seeped from Blake's gums, staining his lips red.
