Chapter 623 Dalton Yarwood.


    The tall figure stood amidst the blood mist,pletely unfazed by the surrounding evil spirits.


    The resentment couldn’t touch him. Instead, they dissipated as they approached him. It wasn’t due to


    any protective charm he carried, but rather, his very being instilled a profound fear in all souls.


    Wynter’s mind cleared almost instantly. The distracting chant and the spirits under Gabby’s control all


    halted their actions.


    Though their eyes remained blood–red and their forms grotesque, they respectfully lowered their gazes


    upon seeing the neer. They even created a path for him.


    The tall man wore a pure ck wool coat. As he strode forward, he exuded the air of a businessman


    from Hawford–refined and gentlemanly, perhaps educated abroad with a hint of 19th–century etiquette.


    His face was strikingly handsome and cold. Only Wynter’s fiancé could possess such aplex and


    intricate spiritual form.


    However, it seemed that this version of him from a century ago didn’t have such a short lifespan.


    He should have been the least likely to be superstitious. Yet, here he was, casually strolling in with a


    Foplya wooden doll in hand, wearing leather gloves as if afraid of dirtying himself.


    The doll seemed to sense danger. Its eyes snapped open and glowed menacingly. Its hair grew wildly,


    attempting to ensnare Dalton’s hand like it had a mind of its own.


    Dalton raised his gaze and pulled its hair with his finger. The wooden doll emitted an unprecedented


    scream.


    In an instant, the atmosphere in theboratory shifted. The light bulbs began to flicker and buzz


    erratically.


    Gabby obviously panicked. “Release the sacred item at once!”


    As she said that, the wooden doll, which hade alive, straightened and lunged at Dalton’s shoulder.


    She intended to bite him.


    Wynter swiftly flicked her left hand, sending the lucky token, pierced by a silver needle, through the


    doll’s


    heart.


    Instantly, theboratory shook violently. An endless stream of blood began gushing from the ancient


    well.


    Gabby went berserk, determined to drag both intruders into the well.


    She summoned more resentment to form a vortex above the conste. With that, she could pull in all


    the spirits on thend to her aid.


    “You Cascadians have no reverence for God!” Gabby, now in the wooden doll, flew into the air. It


    glowered down at the two figures below. “I shall judge you in the name of God!”


    Faces began to emerge from the ground. They stared at Wynter and Dalton through the mist.


    Chapter 623 Dahon Yorwood


    There were expressions of pain, pleading, anger, malice, and bloodlust. Each face mouthed silent


    words that initially seemed meaningless but carried a malevolent chant that could drive one mad upon


    listening


    closer.


    Though Wynter had never encountered this, she had heard Atwater mention it.


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    This was a phenomenon known as “Hundred Ghosts Weeping“, a phenomenon that only urred


    during major cmities.


    It was extremely rare, with only a few urrences recorded in ancient texts. Those with a deeper


    knowledge of the Arcane Way were more susceptible to its influence, which could lead to confusion


    and mental disarray.