The atmosphere in the small, earthy home shifted sharply. Enel stiffened, his sharp senses alerting him to a presence slithering at the edge of the room. It was faint at first, a whispering vibration in the air, but then it became unmistakable. Something had entered the space with them, snaking along the corner of the room.
His dark eyes flicked to the wall just as the entity split into three tendrils, each one twisting and writhing with unnerving fluidity. In a heartbeat, the tendrils lunged, one darting for him, another toward Lana, and the last straight at Allison.
Enel didn't hesitate. In one fluid motion, he rose from the stool, his hand whipping forward as a dagger materialized in his grip. The weapon whistled through the air, gleaming like a silver streak, before embedding itself into the closest tendril.
