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        “WhythehellisitStage2peak!?”Ishoutedindisbelief,staringattheghostfiftymetersahead.

        Iexpectedearlyormid-stage,maybete-stageatworst—butpeak?

        Tootetopin.Onlybychallengingstrrow.

        Itriedtotakeitbysurprise,suppressingmyauraasIapproached.Maybeitdidn’tknowIcouldseeit,ormaybeitthoughtIwastoughtodealwith—itjustsme.

        Itsfacewashorrifying—crackedopenwoundsrevealingbosmouthtorntotheearswithjaggedteethexposed,twincrimsonghost-firesburninginitshollowsockets.Itlookedexactlylikeademonthathadjustcrawledoutofhell,radiatinganicymalevolechilledmyspine.

        Icouldn’ttakeitanymore.Fearsurgedthroughme—ifIdidn’tmovenow,I’dcolpsefromdread.

        “VajraTeique—se!”

        Justintime.Myblowstruckbeforeitcouldreajuringitbadly.Theghosthowled,thenfled.

        “Hey!Coward!”Ishouted,thensprierit.

        ButitfloatedwhileIran.Anditwasahigherrealmthanme—Icouldn’tcatchup.Ieragittoitsir,dehghostlyenergy.

        Suddenly,aswarmofghostsemerged—itwaslikeagangbinghisthugs.Luckily,theywereallStage-1,andIcouldhahemwithease.

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