Morphie, engrossed in battle, had no time to attend to the emotions in his heart. When faced with adversity, his instinctive choices superseded all his thoughts at the moment.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"
The light from the blades became more intense, dancing together to form a curtain.
The confidence that came with battle reignited the light in Morphie's eyes.
'I can do it! I can do it!'
'What he couldn't accomplish, I can!'
'I will take everyone out of here!'
'This time, I am everyone's savior!'
"Swoosh!"
A ring of blade light flashed past, temporarily clearing out all the phantoms within a large area.
Even the omnipresent dark mist was swept away for a short while.
Devoid of the black miasma and not truly being a high-dimensional space, a small area within this illusory realm momentarily revealed its original form.
"It looks like there's someone over there!"
Morphie pointed in a direction, his expression somewhat surprised.
Living people!