The shadows twitch before Grayson's last echo has even died out. The air thickens, as if something inhales the space between the twins and the walls. Morgan's aetherblade hums louder, responding to the tension like it can taste blood before it spills.
Then they appear.
Shapes peel themselves from the walls like paint bubbling off under too much heat. Eyes glisten first—dozens of them, before bodies emerge. Their hair is black, dragging the ground, their skin is as pale as bone dust. And their mouths… are too wide, with sharp get teeth glinting faintly in the dim light.
Grayson groans, dragging a hand down his face. "Oh, don't tell me. These are the types who eat humans, aren't they?"
The creatures flinch, as if the accusation pains them.
Then, a woman steps forward. If "woman" is the right word. She looks about in her fifties, but her beauty is unsettling
