Elijah's view changed, he was now no longer in the laboratory…He was in an illusion cast by the mage.
An illusion that he truly wished to get off as soon as possible…For what he saw here was pure madness. It showed him…the shadow borne!
In the moon's feeble light, the Shadowborne emerges from the depths of night's embrace, a phantom wrought from the very essence of darkness itself. Its form, a silhouette of sinister elegance, slithers like liquid midnight, ever-shifting, ever-elusive. Elijah's heart skips a beat.
*THUMP* An unknown sense of fear overcomes him.
Its eyes, twin orbs of frigid silver, gleam with an otherworldly luminance, illuminating the inky void that shrouds its face. They pierce the gloom with a spectral glow, a chilling beacon that draws the eye but offers no comfort to those who dare to meet its gaze. Elijah felt shivers run down his spine.
*THUMP!*
