The Shadows.
Just as their name implied, these were a race of pure shadowy creatures found in the deepest recesses of Tartarus. These were creatures that wouldn't go out of their way to attack someone. But if intrude upon…
SKRREEEEE!
A formless mass of shadow split apart and reformed behind Damian. Before the lad could even make a move, a shadow tendril pierced through his back, and exited from his chest,
"Ughn…"
Groaning lightly in pain, Damian willed his War Flame alive. In a brilliant flash of crimson, the flames exploded out of his body, and caught unprepared, the Shadow couldn't even voice out a cry before it was caught up in the conflagration. It died miserably.
