The screech didn't stop—it intensified, a relentless wave of sound so fierce it felt like shards of glass ripping through his mind.
His vision blurred for a moment, and his Void wings faltered, sending him spiraling downward before he stabilized and caught himself mid-air.
Gritting his teeth, Northern forced himself upright, the pressure bearing down on him like the weight of a collapsing world.
'What... is this thing?'
The crimson eyes gleamed from within the impenetrable darkness, glowing brighter as the entity stepped forward.
Slowly, it emerged from the void-like gloom, revealing a twisted, nightmarish form.
It was unlike any monster Northern had encountered before.
The creature was humanoid, yet grotesque in its construction. Its limbs were elongated and spindly, ending in jagged claws that dripped with a thick, black substance.
