Dana's actions left Ethan completely bewildered.
She called him her benefactor? She wanted ten Thousand Ants to gnaw the mole's bones?
What the hell was going on?
"You… you're a Beastmaster too?" Ethan finally blurted out after struggling with the question for far too long.
"No," Dana said, brushing the dust from her robe, her mood clearly lifted after handling the giant mole named Gorr. Her voice softened. "I'm a Spirit-Summoning Priest."
"Spirit-Summoning Priest? You deal with ghosts?" Ethan's mind instantly conjured images of so called spiritualists back on Earth—charlatans in flowing robes, muttering incantations to invisible spirits.
"Ghosts?" Dana gave him a puzzled look, then smiled faintly. "Is that what you think this is?"
She stepped closer, brushing past him. "And now, Master Ethan, are you still going to deny it?"
"I… deny what?" he retorted stiffly, jaw tight.
