Their eyes glowed white, with faces twisted and grotesque, shifting ceaselessly with the swirling mist. They seemed to be screaming, yet no sound emerged—at least, Gaven heard nothing.
Philancy, who had dragged Gaven hundreds of meters away, whispered an introduction: "These Undead Creatures are known as Dark Callers in the Half-Plane of Fear. They are conglomerations of the minds of dozens of victims who died in extreme fear. If they kill you, your soul will be devoured and forced to share in their endless fear and pain.
They are the hounds of the Half-Plane of Fear, dispatched first to relentlessly bite and chase prey, inciting infinite fear, making it easier for the fear dimension to lock onto and further hunt them. The chaos has arrived."
The commotion mentioned by the Legendary Arcanist arose from the other side of the street. A mass of black mist surged from nowhere, and countless deformed and twisted monsters flickered in and out within it.
