There was no mistaking it. The creature standing before them—its towering, skeletal frame and glowing crimson eyes—was the very same Vysarian Kaelen had defeated during their first foray into the second layer. Thane's knuckles whitened as he tightened his grip on his claymore, his gaze was locked on the beast.
"How is this possible?" Morgan murmured, his voice low but laced with tension.
His scythe rested firmly in his hands, ready to strike.
Seline's eyes flickered between the elf and the Vysarian. Her staff pulsed faintly, responding to the heavy concentration of aether in the air.
This environment is rich with aether. And that thing is supposed to be sensitive to it—hostile, even. So how…?
The elf stood calm and composed, his golden eyes glowing faintly. He gestured subtly, and the Vysarian let out a hollow growl, its body jerking unnaturally as it took a step forward.
