Agent Hall and Agent Conor watched as Agent Jill drew a complicated circle with arcane characters and symbols inside using a brush pen with red paint. Agent Connor was confused, but Agent Hall could clearly hear the sound of some steady and powerful flow of energy from the red paint.

“Okay.” Agent Jill finished the circle with a small circle shape in the middle, then she reached into her backpack and took out a small pouch of powder: “Okay, be careful everyone, I am going to draw those things up and trap them inside this circle.”

“Isn’t it … a bit too small?” Agent Connor asked, sizing the circle with his hands.

“Yeah well, if it’s too big it can’t hold for too long.” Agent Jill stood up and said: “Two and a half meters, that’s a bit more than 8 feet. That’d be enough to hold them. Hopefully.”

“Okay. What can Agent Connor and I do?” Agent Hall asked.

“You have your guns?” Agent Jill tossed them a small bottle of oil: “Rub this on your guns. Be careful because it is flammable. If you spill it inside of the barrel or on your bullets it could be a lotta trouble.”

“What is it? What does it do?” Agent Conner and Agent Hall started rubbing the sticky white oil with a strange smell on their guns.

“A kind of ‘Holy Oil’ made from a mixture of cactus oil, olive oil and venom from two headed rattlesnakes.” Agent Jill took out her gun, which had a dark red barrel and completely black handle: “It’s not poisonous to humans, but it sort of blesses or curses your weapon - depending on your point of view, allowing you to do damage to spectral beings and bodies with said weapons.”

Agent Connor chuckled: “Hard to tell why that would be a curse… ”

“Human souls are also spectral bodies.” Agent Hall gently nudged Agent Connor with his elbow.

“Yikes, so now my gun can hurt ghosts AND hurt even more if I got my own toe.” Agent Connor joked.

“Actually if you shoot yourself with your gun now, you probably won’t feel a thing because your soul would be damaged.” Agent Jill stood up and rolled up her sleeves, revealing her tattoos of arcane symbols and Chinese and Japanese characters.

“That’s unsettling, and pretty cool!” Agent Connor chuckled and double checked his gun.

“Be careful and be prepared.” Agent Jill also double checked her gun, then she raised her hands and let her palms face the circle: “Here goes.” Then, she started chanting some kind of ancient knowledge, which sounded strange and weird to Agent Connor, but to Agent Hall, each syllable, each sentence of the chant caused some kind of vibration in the air that became heavier and heavier. The energy flow in from the circle also started speeding up, at first slowly, and then accelerating in greater and greater pace.

Then, Agent Hall started hearing moans and cries from all around him, so he ordered loudly: “Prepare! Stand ready! Everyone stand ready!”

The next minute, streams of thick, foul-smelling dark liquid with a creepy dark green shine burst out from holes on the ground and flowed towards the center of the circle. The two agents with special flamethrowers in their hands. backed off and were ready to open fire at any time, and somehow the three agents trying to nail the wooden stakes into the ground finally faced no resistance from under the ground.

“We’re in!” one of the three agents said: “Please let us know your next orders, Agent Hall.”

“Head to the next sites on the map, don’t worry about us.” Agent Hall nodded with his gun pointed at the dark liquid at the center of the circle.

The streams of dark liquid merged together into a huge blob and started rolling, turning and squirming. Agent Hall and Agent Jill could tell there were shapes of human hands and human faces appearing on and disappearing from the surface of the blob of liquid, it was as if there were countless desperate men and women trapped inside the blob and they were trying to get out.

Agent Jill started chanting louder and faster, then she clapped her hands a few times and made a few hand seals in the air. The circle drawn with red paint instantly lit up, and some kind of energy cage formed around the edge of the circle.

“Wyvern Breath! Now!” Agent Jill yelled.

The two agents holding the flamethrowers opened fire, and two streams of light blue fire shot out from the muzzle of the flamethrowers with some kind of high pitched sound that was like the roar of real wyverns.

The fire lit up the surface of the blob, and Agent Hall immediately started hearing deafening screams and curses, from hundreds if not thousands of voices, of different ages, tones and even different languages.

When under the fiery attack, the blob of liquid started shooting out in different directions. But the energy cage stopped it from getting out. Yet at the same time, the fire from the two “Wyvern Breath” could shoot right in and continue ashing and vaporizing the dark liquid.

“Bang! Bang!” the dark liquid formed into fists and banged onto the energy cage, making clashing sounds like real fists on real metal or glass cages. And Agent Hall could see other angry faces from the liquid.

“Don’t stop! Continue!” Agent Jill yelled: “Agent Hall! Agent Connor, hold your fire for now. This cage only allows the inflow of fire.”

“Boom!” the liquid formed into a huge hand holding a spiked mace and bashed the energy cage with the spiked mace. The energy cage was shaken like it was going to fall apart and countless cracks appeared on it, like what would happen to a hard piece of glass when struck with an actual mace. Yet, the speed in which the blue flame consumed the dark liquid was not fast enough to prevent it from unleashing another strike against the cage.