The battle raged on, a symphony of ethereal clashes and fluid maneuvers. Cyrus, now more attuned to the sword's radiant power, adjusted his tactics, his movements a dance of precision and resilience against the spectral entities' haunting assault.
The cavern reverberated with the clashes, the ethereal creatures' ghostly forms undulating and shimmering. The ambient light bent and refracted around their spectral bodies, creating a disorienting effect as they advanced, each movement seemingly entwined with the very essence of the ethereal realm they inhabited.
Cyrus, despite the spectral entities' elusiveness, felt a growing sense of control over the radiant blade. His strikes became more precise, the luminous arcs of the sword disrupting the creatures' insubstantial forms with each calculated swing.
