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Eventually you see it, the mass of writhing souls making it's way directly towards Ming. The wails grow clearer and louder as it steps past the threshold of the sanctified grounds. It was almost as a veil was being ripped off from the spirits as their shifting and vanishing limbs become real. Dozens if not hundreds of broken and mangled arms and legs drag themselves towards Ming. Now unshrouded, you can see the flesh rotting and peeled. The myriad of faces both contorted in pain and fear but only barely visible and torn asunder. It's once soundless steps now ring out as bones crack and snap under the unnatural weight of it's malformed body. As it approaches, you can feel Xin Lan's hands tighten their grip on you.
Ming, however, stands completely still and unmoved by the sight. Instead she simply raises her hand in the air and shouts a clear, "NOW!" You feel Xin Lan move atop your shoulders and the sounds of dozens things cutting through the air ring out before each one ends with a dull thud as they hit the trees surrounding Ming. Dozens upon dozens of seals pin themselves on the trees and glow momentarily before the light seeps down the tree trunk and into the ground through the roots. Hundreds of symbols flash for a moment in the grass as if set on fire forming a circle and enveloping the spirit before constricting like chains, pinning it down. The monster struggles against these magical bonds and howls in what can only be described as unnatural pain. To your surprise, the monster still manages to move. It attempts to flee but as it reaches one of the trees with a seal it crashes against an invisible barrier.
It rolls around and continues to repeat the attempt before Ming draws the sword she borrowed along with a fan and the symbols glow once more and drag the beast back to it's center. You hear the chime of bells and as Ming raises her arm higher and one of her sleeves falls, you see them tied around her wrist. She takes a step to the side and you catch a glimpse of more tied to her ankles. She skips to the side and pivots. At first you think she had tripped or perhaps she was getting into striking range of the blade but you are surprised to see that she continues, sweeping the blade and fan around as if in some kind of dance. You look up to Xin Lan in hopes of some kind of explanation but they too are intensely focused on Ming's movements.
