The figure hovering above them radiated an aura of dread so intense that it seemed to press down on everything around them. James could feel it, a weight on his chest, almost as if the air had thickened and turned cold. His newly heightened senses picked up the dark energy swirling around this being, an unmistakable connection to Zarathros.
Pippy's eyes narrowed as she took a step back, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her dagger. "What... what is that thing?"
Cherry's wings fluttered nervously, and Lynara's hand tightened around her sword. "It feels like pure darkness. This... this is no ordinary foe."
