"Heh... Courting death," Lynch scoffed.
His earlier [Soul Lash] had already given him confidence in the magic's power.
He waved his Magic Staff again. This time, his incantation was smoother and his Spiritual Power lock more precise.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Three successive, invisible soul whips lashed the Ghost like venomous snakes.
"Ahhh—!!" The Ghost's shriek became choppy, filled with agony.
Its Soul Body began to grow thin and transparent at a visible rate. The icy blue light dimmed drastically, and it could barely maintain its form.
'Now's my chance!'
A ghostly light gathered at the tip of Lynch's Magic Staff as he began to chant a new spell—[Soul Imprisonment].
This Magic could forcefully imprison a weakened Soul Body. It was a spell specifically used by Necromancers to capture wild Ghost-type Undead Units.
