The monolith loomed ahead, its black surface pulsating with a sinister light—which wasn't entirely dark, but instead carried a maroon hue like the monsters before, intermittently shimmering with the glow of a broken light.
Northern landed before it, his boots sinking slightly into the cracked, ichor-stained ground. The silence that followed was heavy, a suffocating stillness that seemed to stretch endlessly.
Within the towering structure, something stirred. Something massive. The sinister light radiating from the monolith grew denser and began to oppress him, pressing against his skin like an unseen force.
Northern stood before the towering monolith—his expression calm, yet disdainful.
He took a step forward, his crimson aura erupting to life, casting an eerie glow across the desolate battlefield. The red light in his eyes flickered. He could feel the twisted energy swirling within the monolith, perfectly embodying an abomination.
