The mist drifting from the chamber thickened, curling around their ankles like pale fingers. Each thud that followed reverberated up the pillars, through the ground, into their bones.
THUD.
A low growl tremored through the air — not like any beast or undead they had fought before.
Oliver lifted his sword.
Ariana raised her staff defensively.
Ronald moved protectively in front of Princess Elisha.
Isolde? She only watched the darkness ahead with an amused glint. "Something ancient… and angry."
From the far shadows of the altar, a blue glow flared to life — first like dying embers, then roaring into full brilliance.
Two eyes.
Burning, ghostly blue.
Then a shape stepped forward — its footsteps cracking the stone tiles.
It towered nearly four meters tall.
Humanoid in shape but forged of black stone and obsidian-like plates.
Intricate glowing runes pulsed across its arms, chest, and head — the same symbols carved all over the ruin, only brighter… alive.
