Morgan stared at the gigantic wraith in genuine bafflement.
All around them, smoke rose from the smouldering ruins, what was left of them, at the end of the spectral battle.
In truth, without Sarenus's power, the small group of youths would have likely been obliterated.
The wraith remained in its position as though waiting for a command of some sort.
As the seconds ticked by, Morgan's bafflement only grew.
"And what exactly am I supposed to do? And how is this even possible?"
In Morgan's shadow, brilliant white flames ignited, glowing vividly in the darkness, and his shadow took on the appearance of a mirror version of himself.
The new Morgan grinned eerily, white flames licking out of his mouth.
"Well, of course, it's only possible because of you. Well, your Void World in particular."
Morgan stared at Sarenus in confusion.
"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"
