"Enzo, look! That's the metal we've been searching for!" Matilda exclaimed with excitement.
Nodding affirmatively, Enzo prepared to enter the chamber, only to be suddenly confronted by a horde of ghostly black figures surging forth from the chamber walls towards them.
"Trouble approaches once again. Prepare for battle!" Enzo shouted, readying himself alongside Matilda .
They confronted the swift-moving specters whose attacks seemed capable of piercing through their physical forms, inflicting harm upon their very souls.
Enzo sensed a chilling presence invading his soul, prompting him to swiftly employ the Soul Fortress for defense while gathering elemental energy to counterattack the dark specters.
Matilda, too, wielded her icy divine arts in an attempt to freeze the specters, but the results were less than ideal.
"These specters are formidable foes. We must devise a strategy." Enzo remarked as he fended off the spectral assaults.
