Chapter 370 -368-The Power of Faith
Wraiths, in essence, manifest in two distinct forms: the skeletal and the spectral.
Ethan, bearing the title of Lord of Wraiths, possessed the unique ability to perceive and even communicate with both types of these eerie entities.
To the average observer, the Mother-Child Wraith Tree might appear as nothing more than an oddly sinister and somewhat terrifying tree.
However, through Ethan’s eyes, the scene surrounding the Mother-Child Wraith Tree was starkly different.
Around the tree, countless tormented souls entwined themselves, creating a vision that could shatter the bravest of hearts with fear.
A chilling wind whispered through, carrying with it the mournful wails and piercing screams of the damned.
The trees swayed in the wind as if controlled by these restless spirits.
On the branches hung pale, ghostly faces with hollow, lifeless eyes. Their mouths agape, they let out horrific roars.
These faces were twisted and deformed, as if tormented by endless agony.
Their fingers were long and sharp, ceaselessly clawing at the air, desperately trying to grasp any soul that might escape their grasp.
Entwined around the trunk were black vines, writhing as if alive, emanating an aura of malevolence.