Yano entered the new corridor, the ground cracking beneath his feet, golden blades instead of intermittent. Ethereal voices echoed from every direction, the city itself testing him.
Several digital ghosts, their digital versions, their human versions, became coherent forms. Yano's attack began relentlessly, each wave of light countering the ghosts' attacks, each dagger strike defending them.
"Focus now... no room for error."
Afternoon, afternoon, the ghosts agreed, leading the way to a larger room, where a very powerful blue tower pulsated.