"[Phantoms of Fallen Aspirants of the Primordial Ascension Path are about to materialize!]"
Before Ace could inquire what the system was babbling about now, something happened.
A cacophony of crackling energy erupted as the seven-colored lightning pillars pulsed and contorted. From the swirling vortex emerged the Phantoms of Fallen Aspirants, their ethereal forms crackling with an otherworldly hum.
Their mournful lamentations echoed through the air, briefly clouding Ace's mind with visions of failure. They whispered doubts into his mind as if they were trying to affect his will, but it was only for a moment as his mind became clear the next moment.
They were 10 meters in size, and seven-colored lightning swirled around their hominoid bodies, which seemed to be made with ethereal mercury. They were all holding different weapons. They were, without any doubt, the Phantoms of Fallen Aspirants that the system had just warned him about.