Rick darted through the clearing, the dark mist enveloping him like a second shadowy skin, swirling with an eerie, inky glow.
The Filthy Swarmers sensed him, their mandibles snapping hungrily with a wet, guttural clack, but he did not hesitate.
"Umbra Velum, Tenebris Strictae!" he murmured, a strange smile curling on his face, his eyes glinting with a manic spark.
Liquid shadows erupted from the ground, ensnaring the first Swarmers in black tentacles that crushed them with a sinister crackle, their viscous forms oozing a foul, acrid ichor. Their slimy bodies writhed, but Rick did not stop.
He felt mana pulsing through his veins, his affinity for darkness making him euphoric. This was no longer the weak ability he had once used against a dummy, holding it for a mere moment.
It was far more. But Rick was not satisfied.
Not enough; I must push further! His eyes began to glow with a deep, inky black, like twin voids swallowing light.
