Erika's words sent a chill through the air, and a sudden silence fell over the bastion. Every head turned to where she pointed, and I saw their heart sink before I squinted into the horizon. Three dark, spectral shapes loomed, hazy yet unmistakable, like distant storm clouds on the march.
Three Abyssal Harbingers.
Even from afar, I could feel the oppressive dread they radiated, as if their presence alone was devouring the very light around them. The brief relief from our victory evaporated, replaced by a sense of doom that settled over us like a second, suffocating skin.
Verina turned to me, her expression unusually anxious. "I'll try not to be frugal with my lifeline this time."
For a moment, there was no sound but the faint rustle of equipment as the bastioneers tightened their grips on their weapons, their expressions a mix of horror and grim determination.
