Inky black shadows slithered out of the wall, grabbing a hold of Cole as a chill seeped into his bones. His body shook, as apparitions of his dead family members appeared in front of him, stabbing their ghostly fingers Into his flesh.
Cole leapt off the ledge, dismissing the system prompt about the synergy between bloodline and stat. He leapt from the ledge as those inky shadows appeared again, perhaps it was best not to call them shadows but actually darkness.
Without a doubt, Azrael has already had time to understand his stats and skills and whatever other advantage he had brought with him here. But regardless of what it was, Cole was not the kind to go into the darkness quietly, it was still too early to see who was going to die here.
