During the intense fight, Moon's mana drained incredibly fast. The constant healing, the lightning, the fire, the runes, all of it was eating through his reserves at a rate his regeneration couldn't match.
'I'm running low. I need to end this phase now before it's too late to regret it.'
Moon issued a silent command through his connections. One by one, his beasts disengaged, retreating toward the staircase.
Mirage's doppelganger dissolved, and the real Mirage began backing toward the exit but unlike the others who left, he waited for Moon.
The beast soul faded into his pocket space. The spirit watched them retreat with narrow eyes but didn't pursue. Her focus was still on Moon, he was the real danger within this fight, the others were mostly annoying at best.
Moon stood alone in the center of the sanctum. He locked eyes with the spirit and took a step toward the collapsed platform.
The spirit tensed, both swords rising in preparation for whatever Moon was planning.
