The room faded in an instant, and the scenery transformed.
What had been a confined chamber now an open expanse of grasslands.
The sky above was a pale mix of green and violet.
This was the Ghost Game Realm a place created by the minds of both combatants.
It needed both combatants to have Ghost Origin and their understanding of needed to exceed %20 to create it for the game.
It was both battlefield and canvas, a reflection of creativity bound to spectral essence.
The Ghost Apostle smiled as he stepped forward, now more relaxed in his true element.
"Ghost Warrior…" he intoned.
As the words fell from his lips, the energy around him pulsed.
A figure formed a humanoid warrior cloaked in a thick aura of translucent purple, its eyes hollow sockets that burned with will.
In its hands, a long, sleek sword radiating ghost energy.
"It is your turn," the Ghost Apostle said calmly, gesturing to Skraal.
Skraal narrowed his eyes and took a step forward.
