Nerathiel, with a cold smirk, picked up his sword and brandished it menacingly. "Let's end this, shall we?" he muttered, his voice carrying a dangerous edge.
Seojun, barely able to stand, felt a surge of panic. 'Shit! What do I do now?!' His legs trembled as he tried to rise, but his strength was failing him.
"I doubt that you have other tricks up your sleeves, Human" Nerathiel smirk.
Seojun's mind raced. He needed a way to turn the tide of the battle. In his haze of pain and exhaustion, he remembered something crucial. 'How can I summon the souls I've harvested?!' He struggled to stay on his feet but collapsed to the ground, barely conscious.
Nerathiel, sensing victory, loomed closer, preparing to deliver the final blow. Panic surged through Seojun. 'Fuck! What should I do?'
Seojun closed his eyes and shouted, "Rise, phantoms!" He wasn't entirely sure why he shouted it.
