The night was shattered by chaos.
What had once been a contained disturbance within the academy's holding cells had spiraled into an all-out disaster. The Tainted Spirit—once a mere specter bound within a Soul Crystal—had transformed.
No longer a wraith-like entity lurking in the shadows, it had evolved into a monstrous abomination.
Its massive, grotesque body pulsated with raw, corrupted energy, constantly shifting as if its very form rejected stability.
Jagged tendrils, each stretching over thirty feet long, lashed out violently, carving deep gouges into the academy grounds. Its dark form was unnatural, writhing and pulsing like a living shadow, devouring everything in its wake.
But worst of all were its eyes.
Hollow, abyssal voids that radiated hunger—an endless, insatiable hunger for more souls.
It had already feasted on the guards.
