August's gaze narrowed sharply, his eyes honing in on the looming figure before him, with a slightly shocked air thick with a palpable tension.
The monster stood before him, a two-meter figure draped in an intricate mix of shadow and negative, vehement energies. Wisps of dark-green vapour curled around its elongated limbs, trailing to the ground like smoke, leaving a tangible chill in the air. The face—if one could truly call it that—was a hollow visage, its features obscured by shadows, with deeply sunken eyes that sparkled with a menacing violet glow, hinting at the malevolence dwelling within. Every inch of this creature emanated an aura of despair, a suffocating darkness that felt as though it could swallow the light itself.
"A wraith!" August realised, his heart lurching for a moment. The mission had unexpectedly escalated, plunging him into a confrontation far beyond mere aberrations.
