Yano entered a corridor filled with intertwined ethereal lines, blue sparks flying from every corner, and the floor shaking with every step. Every move could lead to his own or even greater damage.
"Focus... any mistake could be fatal."
A group of ghosts, their digital scripts and human origins, arrived at him with incredible speed to surround him. He raised his dagger and thrust against them, a blue light wave repelling the first one.
With each strike, Yano began to understand their pattern and organize the roles his position played. After less than a minute of control, the ghosts began to move, leading him toward a room filled with a sickening blue heat.