Taking a deep breath, Tristan could sense that these robed figures had a deep connection with the soul.
A speciality of the moon!
"Alice! We'll talk later!" Tristan called out before a scarf of lunar light appeared on his neck.
A helmet manifested around his head as he reached his hand up and summoned a greatsword.
Behind him, a halo spun to life as he crashed down and rushed towards the robed figures.
One of them tried to capture Tristan using the black mist but he stabbed his sword down and a giant array of lunar glyphs expanded with him in the centre.
The black mist was immediately dispelled as he pulled his sword out and released a vertical slash!
*BANG!!!
One slash was all it took for the robed figure to be cut in half before breaking down into mist that was absorbed by the sword.
Furrowing his brows, Tristan realised just how abnormal these figures were and split his greatsword into two longswords.