The monstrous Oni, radiating unholy power, charged towards the Lockwood Manor. Its every step sent tremors through the floorboards, its stench a suffocating presence. The other Onis followed suit, a wave of darkness surging forward, their eyes burning with a ferocious hunger.
Despair threatened to consume Elijah, but Michael's shout jolted him back to his senses. "There are too strong!" Michael roared, his voice raw with desperation. He parried a blow from an Oni, his silver dagger leaving a sizzling mark on its obsidian arm. But the creature retaliated with a swipe of its clawed hand, tearing a deep gash across Michael's shoulder.
Abigael, a whirlwind of determination, slammed her iron poker into an Oni's knee, eliciting a shriek of frustration more than pain and momentarily disrupting its advance. However, the sheer number of the creatures was overwhelming. They were like a tide of darkness, relentless and unstoppable.
