The Conqueror Army took the opportunity to escape the monster rout, but this feigned charge brought catastrophic disaster to the collapsing monster forces as the ethereal shadows of the Far Sea Marsh surged in great numbers.
"Get away, all of you get away from me... Ah..."
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, get away from me..."
"You think it's that easy to kill me? I've run so hard to get here, Fireball Technique..."
"Die, all of you die..."
The cornered monster rout, once again, sparked what little ferocity remained, lifting their weapons to launch a frenzied attack on the misty phantoms with predictable results. The phantoms composed of mist passed unscathed through the sharpest of swords, leaving no one sure if any real damage was done, as those misty phantoms could make no sound. They simply surged forward, and any wounds inflicted by blades healed in an instant.
