F.E.A.R.
Then the seal screamed.
It wasn’t a sound. Not truly. It was a pressure, a quake that vibrated their bones, a pulse that sent them all to their knees for half a second. A jagged tear split the center of the seal, and violet-black smoke hissed outward like venomous breath. From it, claws emerged. Long, skeletal, wrapped in smoke and hunger.
Umbraeth didn’t rise. He poured.
Like a nightmare slipping through cracks in reality, his form was fluid, ever-changing—half smoke, half shadow, massive and reaching. Mouths formed and unformed along his chest. Eyes blinked open in places they shouldn’t exist.
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