Soulless Wraiths

With focus like that of a sage, the experienced weaver of magic motioned her hands like a conductor guiding an orchestra. Strands of mana rose from the tree, slithering in the wind around her as she began conducting the spell, muttering the words that give the magic meaning–

"...Second blossom, shelter of humanity…" 

As he stood there readily, listening to the tranquil incantation, he looked up, witnessing shades emerging from the ceiling. 

"...Auuuohh…"

"Uuuu…"

["Wraith"] [Level: 15] 

The phantoms resembled humans shrouded in black robes, floating with bottom halves that ended like a drifting, serpentine body. Already, there were a few, bringing him to move in defense of the occupied witch. 

"Greater Haste." 

Prioritizing speed, he sprinted up the wall, intercepting a groaning phantom as it invaded through the steel wall. He ran across the sideways surface, bringing his blade through its body.

"Oooaaahhh…"