Her spectral form was swollen with dark, violent rage. Her skin was a bruised, decaying blue, her eyes bleeding black ink down her cheeks, and her hands ending in razor-sharp claws. Even Qingxue, a seasoned host who had seen countless terrifying things across multiple worlds, flinched at the sheer intensity of the malice radiating from her.
"I gave you two a deadline!" Meilin's voice boomed, sounding like two heavy stones grinding together. "It is past midnight! I gave you time, and you spent it running around playing games!"
She raised her clawed hands, launching herself straight toward Xiaowen.
"Wait! Meilin, stop!" Qingxue roared, throwing herself between the vengeful spirit and the boy. She unleashed a burst of her own silver energy, creating a solid barrier that forced Meilin back against the wall. "We were finding your killer!"
