The Nightmare Incarnate, as Ethan had come to know it, embodied pure terror in its otherworldly form. It defied comprehension and pushed the boundaries of mortal understanding. An abomination of shadows and malevolence, its essence oozed with a potent and putrid darkness that permeated the very air around it.
It lacked a defined shape or solid structure, its form constantly shifting and undulating like an ethereal wisp. Wisps of shadow writhed and twisted, intertwining with each other, creating a swirling maelstrom of dark energy. Its presence seemed to warp reality, distorting the very fabric of space around it.
