The shadows surged forward, their forms twisting and writhing like smoke given life. Their glowing eyes pierced through the light of the chamber, and their whispers filled the air with a chilling cadence that gnawed at the group's resolve.
Kael was the first to react, his sword humming with power as he met the charge of the nearest shadow. His blade sliced through its form, dispersing it into a cloud of dark mist, but it quickly reformed, its laughter echoing eerily.
"They're not physical!" Elara shouted, her staff raised as she conjured a shield of light around the group. The shadows slammed against it, recoiling with hisses of pain.
