Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

This was a bullet specially made with a silver steel ingot as the projectile, baptized with Holy Oil, and using the sacred Blessed Gunpowder as its base.

The moment the bullet made contact with the Wraith, it shrieked and vanished into thin air.

Malin rolled once more, dodging the stab coming from behind, and as he rolled, two bullets flew up into the air; as Malin got to his feet, he deftly combined the ejected cylinder, the spent casing, and the bullets falling just right, accomplishing a reload. He slipped the Revolver back into its holster, grasped a branch in both hands, and in an instant, the branch in his hand became as long as a gun.

With a sweeping strike, he forced back the Wraith before him. As Malin pursued with a thrust, the Wraith prepared to slip into the void once more, but Malin’s left fingertip sprouted a golden light ball which landed on the body of the Wraith and ’healed’ it, interrupting its movement. Then, the small light ball ’hopped’ back onto Malin.

At the same time, the branch had pierced the Wraith’s chest.

It grasped the branch, even though the wound and the hand touching it emitted black smoke, but the Wraith still swung its Longsword, forcing Malin to retreat and also to retract the branch.

However, before the Wraith could recover from its injuries, the golden light ball bounced again; it landed on Maya’s head and then quickly struck the Wraith.

There was another shriek, healing wounds were not a blessing but also not a burden for a healthy being, but for a Wraith—it was like poison.