Transmigrated as a Ghost

Mrazivý looked towards Eirwen, her expression telling him what she wanted to know.

"Yes, another one is closing in. I can hear it skittering along the stone to the west of us. Perhaps around two hundred meters away." Eirwen responded.

Sighing, Mrazivý looked toward Miguel, and he nodded his head in response.

A moment later he disappeared like a flash.

When he reappeared, he was right below a Revenant Skulker that was crawling on the ceiling and cut it in half with his sword.

"That's the seventh one. Whatever is down here really wants to keep tabs on us at all times." Miguel said upon his return to the group.

"Yeah, and we already know what follows one of those spying hands. Get ready for battle everyone. It won't be long until our opponents arrive." Mrazivý said, her tone conveying her annoyance.

In less than a minute the sounds of growling echoed through the area of the sewers that they were in, and bloated, shambling corpses that were dripping water arrived in mass.

Mrazivý had already sued her Dragon Eyes to appraise these undead monsters and found that they were called Draugr.

None of them were above level twenty, but each time a Revenant Skulker found their location a horde of at least a thousand Draugr would not be far behind.

Of course, For Mrazivý, Roxene, Miguel, and Eirwen, these enemies were little more than a temporary hindrance. A thousand or more weaklings would only slow them down for a few minutes at most.

"Mercurial Ice."

Using her first unique skill, Mrazivý created a web of viscous liquid that branched out and engulfed the Draugr shambling towards them.

Almost immediately the extreme cold of the Mercurial Ice froze each of the undead monsters in place and left them as unmoving statues.

However, this was not enough to fully destroy them. Eventually they would dethaw and begin moving again if left alone.

"Quazar Blast."

Naturally after more than a half dozen encounters with these monsters, their party had developed an efficient way to deal with them. Mrazivý would first freeze them with her unique skill and then Roxene would destroy them with her tier six light magic.

"Okay, let's keep moving. Undoubtedly something is farther down this path and doesn't want us getting any closer." Mrazivý said, walking over the shattered remains of the undead that she and Roxen had just defeated.

Yet, something unexpected appeared as she attempted to continue down the northern corridor that would take them closer to the former capital's castle.

A towering suit of adamantine armor that stood around four meters tall and nearly scrapped against the top of the corridor appeared.

"Looks like a strong one has finally come to greet us." Mrazivý said, her lips curling into a fierce smile.

Her eyes turned golden and her pupils became vertical slits as she appraised this new monster with her Dragon Eyes.

To her surprise, she found that the monster they were facing was called a Dybbuk and was level seventy-two.

However, it was not some sort of animated armor with a soul attached to it, but a type of specter that had possessed the armor and was simply using it as a vessel. Even if they destroyed the armor, it would not destroy the undead monster within it.

"I wish Marcus was here. He could probably force the specter out of the armor and make it far easier to defeat."

Unfortunately, Mrazivý and her party were going to have to fight this undead monster the hard way. First, they would have to crush its shell and then force it out into the open where they could attack its spiritual form. Though this was easier said than done. Being over level seventy, this undead creature was a truly powerful threat.

It would not be simple to defeat it, especially when trying to keep damage to the surroundings to a minimum.

Miguel attempted to use his sacred magic to exercise the undead specter from the armor it was possessing, but the Dybbuk's powers were too great, and his magic shattered from the strain.

"I guess we're doing this the hard way." Roxene said, transforming from her humanoid form back into a wolf. To face an enemy of this level she would need her full power.

Eirwen, sadly, was unable to follow Roxene's example. He could transform but his size would prevent him from moving around with any sort of precision within the confined space of the sewer.

Still, he possessed powerful magical abilities and stood in the backline ready to support the others.

"Sword Savant Style, First Form, Tempest Fang."

Her sword held above her head, Mrazivý vanished in a burst of speed and slashed down on the suit of armor.

"Clang!"

Stopping her sword from reaching the armor, the Dybbuk intercepted Mrazivý's blade with the cuddle it was wielding.

The thick adamantine weapon stopped Mrazivý's attack, but a deep nick formed where the cudgel met the blade.

"Heaven's Rending."

Mrazivý' seamlessly switched forms and unleashed a rapid series of attacks on the adamantine amor.

With expert movements, the possessed suit used its weapon and shield to protect itself, but it took everything it had just to defend against Mrazivý's assault.

While she had its full attention, Miguel and Roxene dashed in and carved small shucks out of the armor with their own attacks.

The Dybbuk attempted to counter them wherever they stuck, but Eirwen would use his ice magic in those moments to freeze its joints and momentarily halt its movements.

Against one of them, the undead specter might have been able to put up a decent fight, but with it being four on one, it could not contend with their overwhelming power and expert teamwork.

"You're just a big mass of physical power. That might be enough against most people, but not us." Mrazivý said, her body erupting in power and her sword ringing out as she fully synchronized with the weapon.

Bahamut's Fang was a system recognized weapon that had been created with parts of her body. Just like Marcus' Scythe, she was able to reach a level of harmony with it far beyond what an individual could normally achieve with their weapon.

Unleashing a single powerful strike, Mrazivý cut through the already damaged armor and cut it clean in half.

Ice that nearly reached absolute zero then covered the remains of the adamantine suit as it crashed into the ground.

A moment later, the specter that had possessed the armor appeared.

Its face was that of a man twisted in madness and its bloodred hands were spasming like a maniacal puppet master.

Having the form it was controlling destroyed, the undead monster set its eyes on Mrazivý and flew towards her. It was a type of undead that grew bitter over not having a physical form and would do anything to possess one. Whether it was an inanimate object or a living person, it did not care.

However, before it could reach Mrazivý and attempt to possess her, Miguel appeared and slashed through it with his blade coated in spiritual energy and sacred magic.

The Dybbuk was both cut apart and purified at the same time by Miguel's attack.

All of the resentment it had accumulated after being turned into an undead monster seemed to vanish in an instant, and it looked towards Mrazivý, Roxene, Miguel, and Eirwen with a tranquil expression as it faded away.

"Thank… you. I'm… finally…free. Beware… the witch. Her … grudge… knows… no bounds."

After giving them this cryptic warning, the man fully dissipated and vanished. His long-tormented soul put to rest.

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