Yena's spear tip caught a leaping ghost right in the chest.
The golden runes burned the phantom into a cloud of harmless white ash.
Three more rushed in to take its place, their hollow mouths open in silent, terrifying screams.
Kai slammed his foot into the ground and pushed his freezing mana outward.
He targeted the blowing sand right in front of his boots, freezing the silica into a jagged wall of sharp glass spikes.
A ghost hit blindly into the barrier and shattered like a fragile mirror.
More illusions kept coming through the storm.
They whispered begging words, trying to trick his mind into giving up his canteen.
Kai ignored the haunting voices entirely.
He threw a wide arc of freezing water from his free hand, catching two phantoms in the chest and freezing their hollow cores solid.
Yena spun her spear in a deadly circle.
She protected their blind spots perfectly as she knew exactly how these desert monsters moved.
