[Samael Ashwood's POV]
The spirit's gaze pierced through the air as it hovered above the shimmering orb, its ethereal form slowly solidifying into a ghostly knight clad in spectral armor. It carried a translucent sword that crackled with arcane energy.
SCREEEEEECHHHH!!!
It let out a deafening screech that reverberated through the chamber, shaking the very walls around us.
Tremble! Tremble!
Within seconds dozens of similar-looking ghostly figures materialized, emerging from the walls and shadows. Each of them donned the same spectral armor, their eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. The chamber's atmosphere shifted dramatically, and the once soft glow of the runes turned into an ominous pulsing that matched the rhythm of their flickering eyes.
"Everyone, back up!" I commanded, my voice sharp.
