His expression darkened as transparent threads suddenly blossomed from the ring in his hand. They existed in the Spirit Realm; aside from Magic and the Moon Princess' Sword, there was no way to touch them—not even Fisher with his Ninth Rank physical prowess could harm them in the slightest.
"Come over here!"
The Spinner spiraled upward, tightly ensnaring the invisible curse entity and momentarily halting its advance. Still, strange ripples traveled along the Spinner, causing Fisher's palms to itch peculiarly with the growth of dark mole-like spots of feathers.
Under the moonlight, those little eyes hidden in the spiritual starscape seemed to watch from a great distance, their expressions mocking. They observed the spectacle below like spectators on a wall, the Moon Rabbit Clan Ancestral Hall set up by those teasing stars like an ancient dueling ground—regretfully, they could not toss Gold Coins to reward the gladiators fighting with all their might below.
"Howl!"
