Once Arcadia caught up to him, she asked him about the Cathedral and how many ghosts that he thought would encounter them there. He didn’t really know or care about the quantities, but he would simply answer: “Eh, about hundred-ish. We’re right next to a graveyard, after all.” This place would reek with ghosts, no doubt… that would do good for the documentary, right?
Anyway, Mura usually dashed right into such trivial issues with confidence. He kept a confined, smiling face and opened the gate to the giant hall inside the cathedral - the same hall where he met the strange ladies from the demon hunting clan case a few years ago. The inside of the cathedral was just as mesmerizing as the outside, and he hoped that Arcadia and Garnet would get some sweet recordings of the place. However, terrifying omens lurked near the staircase to the basement. As a blackened infection, dark-brown marks grew out from the entrance in the eyes of the shaman, and those marks reeked with magic. You see, ghosts and haunting spirits weren’t as random as the masses would assume; things usually had a pattern with causes, effects and solutions with several outcomes.
Mura didn’t expect to see an Onryō with the characteristics of a Midian here in the heart of Fiore. Like straight out of a horror movie, a girl donning a white kimono with bloody textures and a wrathful, demonic face crawled out from the staircase and stood up on her feet. Mura didn’t hesitate in unsheathing Harusame, his trusty katana, and as he awaited the Onryō to make her move, the spirit was blinded with angers from its past life that drove it to attack the human who was able to see her so easily. It was strange how magic affected one’s vision over those roaming the realm of the dead, and it differed from person to person. Mura assumed that Arcadia’s dragon-enhanced senses were much more adapted to see these things, but he didn’t know about Garnet. Other than his two companions, could other wizards see all types of ghosts?
He thought about that as Harusame was dashed forward in a spear-like formation, easily cutting through the ghost’s entire body and splitting it in two. Like fleeing smoke, it dissolved into a faint image of a girl running back down into the basement. “… Oh, yeah,” he realized, hoping to contribute to the documentary about the haunted place here, “Uh, we just encountered an Onryō, a malevolent spirit from Midi. Born from the dead people who hated too much in life for some reasons - perhaps wanting revenge on someone or straight-up mad. She was very angry, and they’re typically very hostile towards anybody, but I’m trying to fend her off so that she can lead me to the core of this issue…” He began approaching the staircase that led downwards.
“Let’s follow her.”
WC: 586 + 484 = 1070