HONG!
The colossal monolith that dominated the landscape pulsed with an unnatural rhythm.
Black light seeped out from its ancient carvings, each pulse stronger than the last, until the stone itself seemed to liquefy into a writhing pillar of darkness. The very air thickened, and the ground beneath their feet started to decay, turning the already tainted marsh into a blackened wasteland.
And then came the first ghostly wisp.
SHUA
A pale, translucent black orb drifted out of the obelisk's tip.
Then another.
And another.
Within seconds, dozens floated up into the air, and within a minute, there were thousands.
Each one twisted and warped, gaining form. Faces stretched, mouths opened, and hollow eyes blazed with hatred. They merged, multiplied, and spread until the sky was filled with a sea of specters.
It was as if the heavens themselves had become a graveyard.
"Abbot," Lin Mu said, his tone calm but urgent.
