In the distance, Rosemary soared into the sky, laughing. "Goodbye, you unfortunate fool from Holtrien! That spirit wasn't born from the altar in front of you at all. Its purpose is to guard and suppress what's sealed inside the altar for all eternity! Now that you're trying to destroy it, you're threatening its very mission. The resentment and obsession written into its soul won't allow you to do that, so you're as good as dead!"

Her gleeful laughter faded into the distance.

Sure enough, the spirit flew into a complete rage. Abandoning Rosemary entirely, it roared and charged back toward Andrew. Massive clouds of white mist shot from its body. They surged ahead of it and instantly sealed off Andrew from all directions.

Andrew drew his sword with a cold expression and immediately broke away from the altar's vicinity, rushing toward the outer perimeter. However, when his blade struck one of the mist pillars, the sensation felt like cutting into soft cotton, followed by a terrifying su