At this moment, a person identical to the other was created.
Now, the young swordsman confronted the 'self' derived from the Aura of the Night, yet could not gain the slightest advantage.
Though the two skill techniques share the same origin, the one Ethan Smith used was evidently much more profound.
"No, this move seems to have room for improvement."
Ethan Smith murmured to himself.
As he mused, the young man before him underwent a certain transformation.
The Aura of the Night dripped onto the ground like boiling water, and ominous Crows swirled upward.
They emitted eerie cries, their fiery red eyes flickering with unsettling cold glints.
Dozens of Crows landed on the Nightmare form of the young swordsman, in his Sea of Knowledge, a Nightmare pierced through his memory and emerged.
Quietly observing in countless dreamscapes, the thing he feared most.
In the dreamscape, nothing can be concealed.
