At that moment, Kainkamur Linka drove the endless black mist of curses forward, firmly shrouding the Silver Shadows' radiance.
Everything in the cavern fell into darkness, leaving only the mournful wails of countless dead souls.
But just then.
"Zzz..."
A strange sound suddenly came from the direction of the Silver Shadows and the ghost general.
It sounded like cold water being poured over a red-hot iron.
As Tales retreated, he was astonished to discover that, in the darkness where he could not see his own hand, an irregular silver line had appeared!
Like lightning slicing across the night sky, it brought with it a faint glimmer.
Tales instinctively narrowed his eyes.
No, it wasn't a silver line.
It was a thread of silver light leaking from the direction of the Silver Shadows and the ghost general.
It illuminated this corner.
A casual yet impossible-to-ignore voice drifted over: "You're supposed to be Warriors, at least..."
Before the voice had even finished, a second, third, and fourth silver line appeared in succession from the darkness. They overlapped into a branching pattern, illuminating the increasingly fast-flowing black mist around them!
Tales's heart stirred, and hope flared anew.
"Can't you just focus on fighting..."
The pitch-black night that shrouded the entire area began to crack inch by inch beneath the rifts formed by the silver light.
"Instead of spouting nonsense?"
As the silver light changed, the ghosts' unified howls instantly fell into chaos!
[Ahhh—]
Tales felt his scalp crawl as he saw a ghost barely a foot away, just about to extend its arm, clutch its eyes in pain and dodge the silver light leaking through.
The Imperial general's agonized howl also rang out amid the bizarre scene of silver light and black mist layering over each other: [No, no, no...]
"Hahahahaha." This was