The corridor grew narrower and colder, voices rising from every side, and blue sparks mingling with the dust. It seemed Yano's reflections were at its edges, yet they were tactically phantoms designed to deceive him.
"Don't trust what... just target."
Yano used light waves to destroy the phantoms, protecting his planet from sudden traps. After a brief battle, the shadows reflected, opening a portal to a room filled with a click, indicating a heart of smoke.