Chapter 753
Fisher tries to follow after Monk, but every footstep closer to the black bones he takes, the colder his body gets.
It is not like the icy cold aura that envelops Lydia.
Her ice actually feels full of energy, as Fisher can sense the mana creating it.
This aura that seeps into his mind and body as he takes another step feels like the absence of energy itself.
Even the demonic energy swirling around this world does not flow into the skeletal structure of this dead monster.
The imagery of the demonic beasts he just killed, slamming their soul weapons against the rib cage of this creature and their full-force strike being deflected back, repeats over and over as he tries to step even closer.
However, the water-wielding swordsman stops, as his mind feels as though it's becoming dull, and his grasp on the system slightly wavers.
The dominance of whatever creature once lived and left these bones behind lingers... and he takes a step backward out of respect, wondering how strong it must have been when it was alive to make him feel inferior even in the presence of its corpse.
Both Luna and Lydia feel a very similar emotion, as they have stopped their steps a few meters behind Fisher when their minds and systems dulled.