Not far from Alex, the space around him began to warp, bending unnaturally as if reality itself were being torn apart. A swirling black entity loomed, its humanoid shape shifting grotesquely.
Tendrils of shadow rippled from its form, growing larger and more chaotic with each passing second, like a virus breaking free from containment. It didn't take long for its figure to resemble something monstrous, a writhing, ever-evolving creature reminiscent of a nightmare given flesh.
'I almost mistook him for a symbiote.'
Alex's chuckled inwardly, though his expression remained solem.
'The Black Star Lord had made his move.'
"Nice…" he hissed under his breath, his hand clenched into a fist.
Turning sharply, he yelled to the Queen, who was already dispatching the unconscious bodies faster than anyone could blink.
"Take everyone out of here! Now!" His voice carried an urgency that even she couldn't ignore.
