Chapter 85: The Dark Ritual
embers in the void. The Nightwalker.
The creature's presence was suffocating, a tidal wave of raw power that pressed down on Alex and her companions, threatening to crush them where they stood. Its form was both humanoid and monstrous, shifting with the shadows as though it could not be confined to a single shape. When it spoke, its voice was a deep rumble that resonated in their chests, each word carrying a weight that felt like it could shatter them.
"You've come far," it said, the words laced with mockery. "And yet, here you stand, trembling at the edge of oblivion. Tell me, Alex... do you think you have the strength to defy me?"
Alex stepped forward, her sword gleaming faintly in the dim light. "Strength isn't about what you think I have," she said, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "It's about what I'm willing to do."
