With a swift flick of her wrist, she sent it flying into the air.
The talisman shot forward like a streak of light.
The moment it struck the ghost, a piercing shriek tore through the space.
The ghost recoiled violently, panic flashing across its distorted face.
At the same time, the surrounding lesser ghosts froze.
Most of them were barely a few decades old, some perhaps just over a hundred years. Compared to the entity before them, they were insignificant.
But they could feel it.
Lana's aura.
It was overwhelming, suffocating, and terrifying.
Fear spread through them instantly.
One by one, they began to retreat, their forms flickering as they tried to escape.
But Lana's gaze hardened.
"Running away?" she muttered under her breath.
She pulled out several more talismans, her movements swift and precise, and began to wave them in controlled arcs.
The fleeing ghosts had no chance.
