Battle against the Mist

"Let's get on with it!" I voiced as I took hold of my Mythic Killing Dagger.

I quickly transitioned through the distance between us, hacking with it at its body, but to no avail. It seemed as if I slashed through empty air.

"You really thought it was going to be that easy?" He voiced nonchalantly, although, a small gnash remained at his misty silhouette.

'It must be an effect of my Mythic Killing Dagger… or the fact it's an S-Grade weapon.'

That made me gain a little bit of confidence.

The air around us seemed to thicken as the Mist Warden's distorted form split into multiple phantasmal replicas, each mirage donning his shrouded appearance. 

These apparitions moved in synchronized harmony, a ballet of mist that could confound even the most experienced warrior.

"Tch, now this feels like it's going to be a pain in the ass." I sighed out as my grip on my dagger tightened.