Ghost Alley Domain.
A certain territory.
Within the castle, a lean and gaunt shadowy figure, strange as a street lamp, was sleeping. It was [Mr. Street Lamp], a friend of [Skin Stripping Ben].
The death of Skin Stripping Ben made it realize that a spectre was wandering the Nightmare World, randomly hunting and killing Nightmare Lords.
Up until now, no one had caught it. The high and mighty Monarchs cared nothing for the fates of those beneath them, too busy with the coming invasion war. They frenziedly conscripted Nightmare Creatures and Lords from their domains.
Once, a Nightmare Overlord investigated the matter, but with no clues, there were no further developments. In the end, there were simply too many Nightmare Creatures and many deaths occurred daily—as long as it wasn't an Overlord Level who fell, the upper echelons didn't care at all.
"Creak..."
A black wind blew open the door of the castle.
Mr. Street Lamp opened both eyes, speaking in a cold voice:
"Who?"
