Isabella picked up the flute and looked up at the sky as if hoping to hear more about this mysterious sponsor. A musical instrument wasn’t exactly a useful gift in such a situation. After taking a good look at the flute, she felt like throwing it away. It would have been so much better if this sponsor had gifted her a powerful weapon or magic scroll.
The ghouls were all closing in now, their salivating tongues sticking out of their bloody mouths. Isabella stood there with the flute held in her right hand and her shield in her left. She wanted to break this stupid instrument, but no matter how hard she tried, it refused to shatter.
“You shouldn’t squander away such a precious gift,” a voice spoke out from the darkness.
Isabella looked around, but couldn’t see any human face. She had he
