The Specter's Guardian • jhs✅

Prologue

In the middle of the night, the blue moon stands out in the night sky. What a rare sight...

A man clads in an all-black with his hoodie covering half of his face appears in the middle of the forest. Looking up to see the tall trees surrounding him, the moonlight caresses his flawless face, the crumpled leaves on the ground rustles as the soft wind blows.

The man snaps out of admiring the dim surroundings when a voice calls out to him through his earpiece, "Do it fast. We're not sure if someone is guarding the area."

"Why didn't you check it?!" He whispers; brows furrowed as he looks around. He's wearing a hoodie, yet he feels so cold.

"No time, I think you knew that. I wasn't able to get the exact details."

The man didn't answer and proceeds to look around, squinting his eyes at something that shined as the moonlight hit it for a brief moment.

Following his instincts, he begins to walk towards it, ignoring the leaves crackling under his boots as he steps on them.

He stops in front of a tree that looks like the oldest and most mysterious among the rest, he presses his hand against its trunk because he was sure that something was in the tree.

Bingo! A hole forms on the trunk until a dodecahedron-shaped relic pops out. Upon attempting to touch it, he takes it out when nothing happened. He puts it in his hoodie's pocket and looks around before turning around to leave as the darkness swallowed his figure— the man was clueless about the trouble he had caused.

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"Emergency!"

"Something's happening! The barrier is disappearing!"

"How did that happen?!"

Everything's in chaos, the barrier is dissipating which keeps the two worlds apart from each other for the spirit and human world shouldn't meet.

Everyone has their end and having the spirits living in the same world as the mortal is not a good idea. There are several factors to consider; they can just enter someone's body and take it away from its owner.

The whole spirit world was shaking, and they couldn't tell if it was an earthquake since they had no soil, just thick, soft clouds—a cloudquake, perhaps.

The only thing that the spirits realize was that their world was falling and completely entering the mortal world, the barrier dissipating into thin air.

A loud thud resounded as a cue that their world had stopped falling.

As the fog clears out, the spirits process their surroundings, "Are we... Back in the mortal realm?" One of them asks.

"What are we going to do, Sir?" One of the men who watches after the barrier asks the Chief.

The Chief sighs, "Spirits and mortals are bound not to cross paths. Watch the spirits, I'll make plans with the others." The man nods and passes the order to the people under his command.

Thus, the reason why they created the...

Guardians of the Specters.