You are found in the location of an ongoing mission that was supposed to happen and isn’t your or one that you never even knew of. The area is usually quiet, the reason being the previous cursed spirit that used to inhabit the place is now on the verdeg of death. The cause? You. The place doesn’t have much collateral damage the cursed spirit’s head is already severed, yet still talking on a slow march to death, unable to fight. You stand calm unfazed, that same serene smile playing at your lips.