Noah entered the dimly lit chamber with caution, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Shadows clung to the walls, shifting in the candlelight like restless spirits.
But at the room's center, a figure floated, suspended mid-air in a way that defied the natural order.
It was Maya, her body hanging limply as if pulled upward by invisible strings.
A cascade of black tendrils—ethereal, almost smoky—swirled around her, flickering like the edges of a flame.
Noah's breath caught.
This was no ordinary scene, and he could feel it.
Thanks to his [Spirit Comprehension Perceivement], he saw what most others wouldn't have.
The dark spirits hovering around Maya, seeping from her as if she were the mouth of some deep, dark well.
Their forms were vague and shifting, each spirit carrying a malevolent essence.
They slipped in and out of her, drawn to her presence like moths to a flame.
