Transmigrated as a Ghost

After watching the end of a battle well beyond anything he had ever seen, Marcus could only float in shock.

He had never expected to see something so brutally powerful, and it gave him an example of what those that truly stood at the top of the world could do.

Even Cibor’s strength paled in comparison to the two he had just watched, and he was considered the strongest man of an entire kingdom.

Still, what was more surprising was that the mythic grade magical beast Retharin had lost.

Gwyneira had said that he was even stronger than her, and during the battle he had displayed power that was already enough to be considered a calamity.

Yet his opponent had simply been a bit stronger, and Marcus truly could not believe it when he saw a mountain the size of a city being thrown like a common stone.

However, now that the battle between these two titans was over, Marcus wondered if Retharin was alright.

He had come here specifically to get his approval so that he could be confirmed as the representative of Borealia in Glenna Reota.

Except if Retharin was now dead, that was not going to be possible._.

Though as he shook his head and tried to focus on the task at hand instead of the unbelievable battle he just watched. He remembered the short conversation that the two of them had, and it seemed that they knew each other.

‘I think that they are probably friends. From what I know, Retharin loves to battle, so maybe that silver haired woman is his occasional sparring partner?’

As Marcus came to this realization, the remains of the mountain that had crushed Retharin began to disappear as the mana that had been used to cast the spell dissipated.

Once it was gone Retharin became visible, though he looked worse for wear.

His wings were practically gone having been pulverized, and that was only one of the terrible injuries he had.

All of his limbs were crushed and twisted at odd angles, his head was cracked open, and he had broken bones piecing through all over his body.

In fact, seeing this Marcus truly wondered if Retharin was alive, and that if the fight that had just occurred was maybe not a friendly match.

The damage that Retharin had taken would have certainly been fatal for most creatures many times over.

Nevertheless, Retharin sat near the highest realm of the world, and slowly even these wounds began to heal over.

“Hello there. What are you doing here?” The silver haired woman asked Marcus.

But while she had been approaching him, he had been so absorbed in what was happening to Retharin, he had forgotten to keep an eye on his opponent.

He had gotten too comfortable being ethereal and not easily noticed.

Of course, both Retharin and this silver haired woman had felt Marcus’ intense gaze on them and had realized that some ethereal creature was watching their battle.

And now that they were done fighting, the silver haired woman had come to investigate.

Yet as she appeared right in front of Marcus, he felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

He had seen what she could do, and so he instinctively shot back away from her.

“Hey, it is rude to run away when someone is talking to you.” The silver haired woman said from behind Marcus.

Hearing this his eyes went wide, since he had just moved at his top speed, and she had causally overtaken and gotten behind him.

‘Calm down Marcus. If she was hostile, she would have attacked without starting a dialogue.’

Getting control of himself, Marcus slapped both of his hands against his face, before turning around to face this silver haired woman.

He then became physically again and said, “Sorry, you startled me for a second there. I was busy looking at Retharin and wondering if he might need help, when you were suddenly in front of me. Oh, and for what I am doing here I have come to speak with Retharin.”

Trying to act confident, Marcus erased the momentary fear he was feeling and promptly answered the question of this silver haired woman.

The last thing he needed was to antagonize her and end up being destroyed by a single punch from her.

“I see.” She said almost losing interest in Marcus.

She then turned towards Retharin and yelled, “Hey Reth, do you know this spirit? They said they came to see you.”

Getting up and shaking his body that was still recovering, Retharin looked towards Marcus intently.

“No, I have never met them. What business do you have with me?” Retharin said as he began flying towards them.

Once Retharin was right in front of Marcus he stared at him almost menacingly.

Of course, Marcus figured that he was trying to see if he was afraid, but luckily Gwyneira had given him advice so, he stayed confident even in the presence of a being that could destroy him with one move.

“It is nice to meet you Retharin, guardian of the ice elves of Glenna Reota. My name is Irene Geist, and currently there is a tie in the Glenna Reota council on a vote that would make me the representative from Borealia. So, I came up here to find you and hope that you would give your approval and break the tie.”

After saying this, Marcus stood there looking Retharin right in the eyes.

“Hm, this is certainly unusual. I do not think I have ever had anyone come to me for such a reason. They normally just wait for me to show up if there is a tie, though it does not happen often.” Retharin said a bit underwhelmed as for Marcus’ reason to seek him out.

Yet before the conversation advanced further, the silver haired woman said, “What is a superior spirit like you doing getting involved with human and elven politics?”

She seemed truly baffled as to what Marcus’ reasons were, since spirits really did not often get involved in worldly affairs.

“I am mainly doing it as a favor to a friend, but I also wanted to see and explore the ice elf city, and this was the easiest way.” Marcus said.

Shrugging her shoulders, the silver haired woman really did not understand Marcus but decided to leave it at that.

“Ardea, would you mind not interrupting anymore.” Retharin said as he really examined Marcus.

“Yeah, whatever. I was losing interest anyway.” Ardea said before flying away.

“Now, what are you really? Your status says you are a superior spirit of light and darkness which should be impossible, and you give off a more powerful feel than just a superior spirit.” Retharin said, as his he stared sharply at Marcus.

“I guess you saw through me. You are right that I am not a superior spirit. Here let me turn off my false status and show you what I actually am.”

Marcus then deactivated his unique skill and revealed his true status for Retharin to see.

Using his appraisal skill once more, Retharin read through Marcus’ status and was very surprised what he found.

Not only was Marcus some type of ghost, but also a great spirit.

Seeing this Retharin was extremely confused until he saw Marcus’ personal status unique skill, which was only ever held by those from another world.