A sinister voice, almost a whisper rang into Eradan's ears, grabbing his attention. Like a call into the unknown. Its nature, spine chilling. Eradan had his guard up as he inspected his environment with a swirl. His blue eyes darting around for any sign of the invisible being. What was that?
Come... I know what you wish for...
The voice came again, laced with creepiness and low shrieks. Breaking at some point. It was lethal yet invoking. Like the very voice of a banshee. Attractive but maleficent.
What was that? What did it want from him? What did it know he wished for? Eradan thought as he moved on. Lips pressed together and he gulped, nervously. His eyes scanning his environment at every glance. Eradan found himself losing confidence as seconds ticked by. The shower of fear were about to wash through but he had to shield himself from that.
SWOOSH!
