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<span class="mu-b">Some weeks ago</span>...
"<span class="mu-i">Filled with longing, the spirits of the dead linger in the land of the living. Endlessly they search for peace and closure — or at the very least a chance to settle unfinished business within the mortal realm</span>..."
"Or so it says."
"Verily." Yumi agreed, closing the book with her telekinetic power.
She looks towards the man who, not even a half an hour ago, was her flesh and blood Master.
That man is you: John Doe.
The two of you had been practicing near the graveyard. Yumi declared it to be a good 'haunt' for ghosts to practice. The only downside was its proximity to Herta's Haven — a direct source of Holy Power which considerably lessened the strength of any ghost.
You and Yumi accidentally overcharged the mana needed for you to use ghostly magic, making you become a spirit. Sort of. You weren't exactly sure what happened.
You weren't dead. That was something Yumi made <span class="mu-i">very</span> clear to you. No, you were just more 'soul' than 'flesh' at the moment, if that made any sense.
This sounded like a form of mana mutation— if what you learnt from that lecture in the Centrian Academy held water. Herta might disagree if she were here, considering your sanity was still intact and neither you nor Yumi could sense corruption in either of you. But that didn't mean you weren't affected by it, or by something similar. Then again, Herta had spent centuries studying this sort of stuff, so this was probably a different phenomenon you stumbled upon.
In place of your skin was your translucent form, bright like a sci-fi hologram and coated with a thin layer of what was best described as ectoplasm. You glowed a gentle blue hue, like almost every other ghost. A coldness naturally permeated from your body, yet you felt no discomfort.
At least you didn't have to worry about it getting dark.
Of course there were negatives: Lacking touch, taste and smell was not fun. Thankfully your eyesight and your hearing remained, though the former was far more useful than the latter if a little more esoteric; the fact you could see the souls of living creatures was as interesting as it was difficult to explain. You quickly realized why Yumi was so adamant about ghosts not being undead— a Specter's soul was very much like any other soul, meanwhile the undead were like a mockery of the living. It was almost painful to look at.
Things were staring to get weird for you. Worrying about keeping any sanity meters high wasn't how you were planning to spend your day.
You felt at peace despite the current situation. It wasn't a peace brought on by a good night's rest or from a conscious realization, but something more instinctual. It felt like you were on the verge of being pulled into an invisible current. That idea behind that thought brought you peace. But at the same time you dreaded it.
Again it was hard to put into words.
"I guess my regrets kept me here still." You half-joked. Yumi gave you a blank expression.
