The shadow reaper tilted its head, the glowing yellow eyes studying them as if they were mere insects to be crushed. The scythe glinted ominously, a silent promise of death. William felt the weight of the moment. They were no longer simply hunting for loot; they were facing a true threat.
The reaper moved, gliding across the floor in eerie silence, and then, with lightning speed, it swung its scythe straight toward William. Shadows trailed from its blade, leaving dark streaks in the air as if they were tearing through reality itself.
William sidestepped, feeling the chill of the blade skim past him, and immediately countered by summoning his Nihility Flames. Dark, ethereal fire flickered to life around his blade, absorbing light as if swallowing the very essence of the room itself. He struck back, aiming for the reaper's side, but it melted into the shadows, slipping through his attack like smoke.
