They rushed toward the deepest part of the corridor, where, in that space of darkness and chaos, thick malice churned like substantial sludge in his perception.
"I get it!" Lawrence suddenly shouted loudly.
Martha's voice came from the mirror, "What do you get?!"
But Lawrence was already too preoccupied to answer the question from the person in the mirror. After vaguely sensing what he must do, he immediately led his men and hastened forward.
Meanwhile, the battle in the corridor was reaching its climax. The Queen's Guard was mounting their final assault—countless phantoms coalesced into warriors roaring and wielding weapons to destroy the monsters in front of them. Warriors kept falling, dissolving into bubbles that faded into the air, as monsters were slain, turning into mud that flowed into the drainage on either side. With this fierce battle continuing, the charging troops finally reached the end of the corridor.