The spirit that had peeked into my memories died on its own. I tried to figure out why, but nothing came to mind.

Could it be a mental shield created from dimensional travel and reincarnation? Or maybe the spirit’s own mental strength was just too weak.

"Whatever it is, I'm glad it’s over."

After all, it was a spirit that intended to harm people. I felt relieved that it could be purified before anyone got hurt. There was a faint sense of pride in me.

Holding the ominous red mana stone, I approached Master Cha Ju-yeon, who still looked somewhat …