The room stood silent,
The Ethereal Master Crow watched.
"I can see that you hold many Origins,"
The crow finally said
"Not that I can see them all… Not fully. But enough."
A shift in the air signaled its next move.
Without warning, the crow flapped its wings and rose several meters into the air.
The wind it conjured swirled ghostly trails across the floor.
Instinctively,
Skraal stepped back and shifted his weight, readying himself.
"Now,"
"if you wish to pass and reach the next chamber, you must defeat me."
"And to defeat me," it added, "you'll need more Ghost Origin."
Skraal closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
The silence that followed wasn't hesitation it was focus.
"Ghost Origin…" he whispered.
And with that whisper, the space around him rippled.
A purple haze bloomed from his form, rising in spiraling waves
Ghostly symbols etched in ethereal light danced along his limbs, and the floor beneath him dimmed beneath his aura.
