What was even more astonishing was that the banshee actually bowed slightly towards them, her hollow expression gaining a glimmer of Spiritual Essence, as if she was not just a mindless monster.
"I don't know what happened to you, but I deeply regret it. However, you can tell us where the enemy is, I…"
Before Lance could finish, the banshee, who had regained her composure, raised her hand to point deep into the wilderness, while an ethereal voice sounded.
"Liberation…"
As she spoke, she floated up, a scene that left Lance and his companions somewhat perplexed.
"My lord, what do we do now?"
"Shall we follow her?"
"A monster doesn't seem trustworthy."
"This is clearly a fungal parasitic entity; it's obviously the Witch's doing. The banshee must know something. Since we have no clues at the moment, let's follow her and see."
Lance made a decision. He was also aware of the risks; trusting a banshee was simply too absurd.
