Surface or no, as a ghost Phaedra seems to have retained some supernatural abilities. As her confusion subsides into anger, she clenches her fist, and finds her sword materializing with blue energy.

Cheth: Still… I could always accept a trade… Maybe now you’d rather exchange their souls for yours?

In a flash, Phaedra leaps forward and whips her sword toward her enemy. With an absent tug of the red veins, Cheth’s female ghost pulls her father’s form out of the depths to meet the princess’ strike with a smooth open handed block. Smirks decorate all three of the god’s faces. Phaedra’s face twists into anger and she shouts as their swords clash.

Phaedra: Bastard!

Cheth’s two favored forms step back, hands behind their back as they watch Pharos’ soul swipe his sword across his daughter’s face. She falls to the ground, clutching a hand to her head. The ex-King-Admiral spreads his hands boastfully with an absent swish of his sword.

Cheth: And that’s how our swordfight would have gone, if you were curious.