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"SCREECH!" That was all that Dale heard. The non-stop shrieking was as endless as the monsters that kept flying toward him.
This place was the perfect Floor for the spell-casters but a nightmare to the warriors. The entire sky was dark with shadowy ethereal silhouettes that quickly glided everywhere. These were wraiths.
They sounded evil with their soul-piercing shrieks, looked evil with their edgy cloak-looking body, and were annoying with their relentless attacks. They were trying to rip him apart with their sharp claws.
Dale kept dodging but shivered every time one of the creatures flew next to him. He was used to their attack patterns by now. He could know exactly the angle they would attack from simply by the degree of their acceleration or deceleration.
