A chilling gust swept past them, carrying with it a faint, wailing murmur that seemed to echo from beneath the ground or the sky. The yin energy around them thickened, congealing into a cold mist that coiled about their ankles like unseen hands reaching out from the earth.
Davis's gaze narrowed as he extended his soul sense forward, but it was instantly distorted, rippling as though it had touched a veil of water. It was like he was in a swamp, making him understand his soul sense was restricted here. It was as he heard.
Then, from within the haze, shadows began to rise.
They did not emerge from the ground nor descend from the sky; rather, they bled into existence as pale silhouettes formed out of the dense, gloomy space, flickering in and out as though struggling to remain in this plane. Their eyes, hollow and faintly crimson, glowed with unspent resentment.
A deep, echoing groan resonated through the desolate field.
