Phantoms rarely appeared in the Hollow Lands, so Loargh, Sarka, and Vyora naturally relied solely on their own strength.
It hadn't yet sunk in that there was another warrior with them - one who, unlike them, wasn't a monster.
But the Dark Knight realized that this Phantom had been a threat from the very beginning.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The imaginary blade shattered into fragments, while the Dark Knight's sword bore only a scratch.
Sarka grinned widely, noting the Dark Knight's stance.
"Hah! Looks like he's finally starting to take this fight seriously! Great job, Adam!"
She was about to pat him on the shoulder, but something made her stop.
'Agh?'
The two blades were in his grip, a pair of swords that were miniature copies of the scissor blades. The blades were transparent, distorting the light, and only the purple hue emanating from their outlines gave them shape.
Whoooooosh!
