From within the tent, a undead suddenly appeared. Although its face was decayed, one could vaguely estimate that it was probably a man in his thirties when alive.
The undead obviously lacked any consciousness.
"Hoo-hoo!"
It continued to emit a heavy, beast-like growl, its pale arm abruptly lifted, fingers twisted in the mud like black iron pincers, spread open, carrying a noxious stench, reaching towards Onizuka Tokotsume's ankle!
However, the young Witch merely stepped back nimbly and calmly, thus avoiding the attack.
Her expression didn't change at the sudden appearance of the horrifying undead, clearly having been prepared. In fact, having just glanced over the contents of the notes, there was a subtle hint of sympathy in her eyes as she looked at the undead sprawled in the tent.
Hoo!
Held between her index and middle fingers, the Yellow Talisman inscribed with cinnabar symbols flashed with an unusual sheen, instantly transforming into flickering sparks.
