From under the floor of the arena, a metal box emerged. It broke apart. Smoke flooded out from the inside. Its walls retreated under the arena, revealing a semi-transparent inside.
The wraith had a brown color and was made mostly from decomposing bones and tattered clothes. Its head only had a few strands of hideous hair.
Mater flashed his red eyes, scanning the wraith.
"It doesn't have that much Chaos. A level 1 wraith." The cat thought to itself.
The expressions of all the candidates darkened and turned serious. Their gaze turned to the long machete in its hand.
"This is the weakest Menace level NCE." Dr. Avaline adjusted his glasses and said, "Its NES level is lower than 100. For a capable Psychic, it is harmless. But for ordinary people, this thing can kill their entire family.
As a matter of fact, it did."
Loretta gasped. The carefree attitude of Zoe changed, her eyes stayed fixed on the ugly wraith.
