Then, the silence was broken by another loud laugh from the shadow face.
The cackle erupted from the gaping, fang-filled maw with a violent, grinding intensity that shook the structural brickwork of the multi-storey warehouses far above their heads.
It was a mocking, grating sound that carried a total absence of fear, thoroughly dispelling any illusion that the entity felt cornered by the presence of an arch magus.
"You sure have a lot of guts don't you, asking for my master like that," the shadow face hissed, its smoky jaw undulating smoothly as the syllables vibrated directly inside the skulls of the adventurers.
The violet arcs of static electricity crackling around its razor-sharp teeth flared with a sudden, aggressive velocity, casting long, jagged shadows across the carpet of human bones and shattered skulls that littered the floor blocks.
Noah scoffed, a faint, derogatory sound slipping from beneath his mask, but he didn't respond.
