The next wave of enemies wasn't 'enemies', exactly. It was just one enemy, no more.
Dark and ominously, the glorious hooded skeleton of a once powerful master rose out of a purple magic circle in the ground, and faced the group of four sinisterly.
"Living… souls… invade territory… not welcome…"
At this, Arachne furrowed her brows a bit, and folded her arms confidently.
"Oh? It seems this one can talk."
"I… am the Phantom… Lord… will… take… your soul…"
The being's voice rasped as it lifted its arms, and all around it, Baby Phantoms emerged from thin air. They floated towards the group in an attempt to be menacing, but really, all they amounted to was simple fodder. The four members of the group, like demons, slaughtered the hovering Phantoms with no hesitation or remorse. They fell like insects, dissipating into nothing but light.