Kyle took a deep breath as the spectral figures above descended towards him with great speed.
'No time to hesitate,' he thought, gripping the [Aurora Fang] tightly.
The first spirit darted toward him, its claws extended. Kyle sidestepped and slashed upward, his blade glowing with a mix of frost and fire.
The spirit shrieked as it dissipated into wisps of mist, but more followed in its place.
The ground beneath him began to pulse with energy as the glowing runes emitted bursts of mana. Kyle leapt back, narrowly avoiding a spike of spectral energy erupting from the ground.
'The arena itself is trying to kill me,' he realized.
For many seconds, Kyle danced across the arena with sharp movements. He used [Air Steps] to evade clusters of spirits, occasionally launching [Lightning Bolts] to thin their numbers.
At the ten-minute mark, the spirits abruptly halted their assault and began merging into a single, massive entity.