Two against one?
The moment the spirit of the hero Elban touched the handle of the black sword, bloodied with Victor's blood, a small glow occurred, like the brief spark when light touches the surface of water.
In the next instant, the glove on Elban's right hand ceased to be translucent and this lack of translucency spread all over his arm, then all over his body.
From one second to the next, Elban became tangible and his mulatto skin and black hair were no longer so pale.
"Do you see what I see?" Pyaxu asked, hallucinating, as he saw Elban start to raise the sword stuck in the ground, holding it even though he was a spirit.
The Riggilo cleric was dumbfounded, but a few words escaped his mouth in whispers. "I think so..."
Orie rubbed his hands over his eyes to make sure what he was seeing was real.