Lana's mystic energy struck right at the ghost, searing into the black glowing core that anchored its presence to the physical world.
The ghost shrieked, a sound so warped, so harrowing, that it seemed to claw at the very bones of the psychics standing there.
Its cry was unnatural, neither fully human nor entirely ghostly, but a chaotic blend of both.
A feverish chill ran down the spines of every psychic, goosebumps erupting across their arms and necks as the raw intensity of its suffering reverberated through the room.
One by one, their eyes met, a flicker of doubt and fear passing silently among them.
For a fleeting moment, some considered retreat, to flee from the horrifying presence that now quaked under the force of Lana's attack.
But then, their gazes fell upon her... the woman, radiating an aura of absolute calm and steadiness.
