Chapter 67. Festival of Death in the Middle of the Dead. P2

“This is the best place for us to land,” Clyde said as he landed on the ground of a silent street. Casper scanned the area with his eyes, observing the surroundings. There was no one he could find, even when he used the power of his Mystique Eyes. “Is there no one living in this place?”

Xaqion composed herself. “None. This is close to the Capital's border, and the people who once lived here chose to seek refuge in the center of the capital.”

“So it became abandoned.”

“Not exactly.”

“There are a lot of straying souls here,” Clyde replied as he looked around, seeming to see what he meant by his angel power.

“Souls that have succumbed to death. In simple terms, this is the place of the town's soul,” Xaqion murmured, passing Casper to lead the way. “