In the eerie and dark cluster of buildings, Matthew darted swiftly on his own. A fleeting glimpse of a small boy exuded an aura of mystery. Matthew found it nearly impossible to mark him with perception or mental power, relying solely on his eyes to discern the boy's presence and movements.

In Matthew's perception, the boy was entirely "empty," devoid of any spiritual essence, yet possessing a trait akin to life. This matched the characteristics of the Lost Paradise's artifact spirit. Despite the danger, he had to take a gamble.

But the ancient city of Clafa at night was indeed fraught with peril. As Matthew ventured a short distance, a large group of troll wraiths suddenly appeared at the corner ahead, blocking the path and making it difficult to pass. Even from about fifty meters away, Matthew could sense the changes in these wraiths at night. Their speed had increased significantly.

Moreover, a layer of black substance appeared on the wraiths' surfaces, causing any living being that approached to feel a drastic reduction in mobility. It was an aura that drained movement!