The air thickened around Pyris, Alera, and Lyra as the rank-17 creatures emerged from the shadows, their powerful auras swirling like a storm, suffusing the already dark chamber with a palpable dread.
Each creature was a twisted monstrosity, towering and fierce, with an almost ethereal aura that made them look like they had been summoned from the depths of a nightmare. Their eyes glinted like burning coals, their breath rattling like death itself.
Alera tightened her grip on her staff, shadow energy pulsating around her, her face set with a steely determination, while Lyra's eyes darted between the creatures, her hand ready on her blade.
Pyris stood at the front, his pink-haired disguise flickering slightly as he drew on his power, eyes narrowing at the encroaching creatures.
In the flickering, eerie glow of the labyrinth, his face took on a haunting sharpness, shadows sharpening the edges of his expression. He had adapted from last fight!
