"So, what the heck is this thing?"
Looking at the puddle on the ground that dispersed with the wind, leaving no trace behind, Dorothy scratched her head, somewhat puzzled.
Could it be some kind of scare tactic in the haunted house?
But honestly, this thing is a bit weak. How can a monster that can be easily dealt with by a basic Magic Bullet scare anyone?
However, what exactly was that thing just now? Since it dissipated completely upon death, she couldn't be sure for a moment.
From its characteristic of dispersing upon death, it doesn't seem like a normal creature, a bit like a Spiritual Body, but from its behavior before being vanquished, it seemed to have a body.
Moreover, why did it know I was called Dorothy?
Anyway, it was quite strange.
Dorothy slightly furrowed her brows, but didn't continue pondering on it meaninglessly. After all, they had too little knowledge of this Haunted House World. The urgent task was to first find Miss Wendigo herself.
