The air still hung heavy with the chill of malevolence as the Specters, harbingers of terror and pure stillness, continued their relentless march, casting their haunting touch upon the Chosen.
Yet, in the heart of this frigid nightmare, there was one man who stood as a beacon of determination as he zipped forward in the wake of the Ghosts.
He was swift and resolute. He had to be.
Midas figured that since the Specters released Domains that seemed to make all the Chosen around go still, unable to move even a muscle in their presence, it was better to place all the affected in the Living World, which was not under the effects of the Domain since it was a completely different world.
