The figure standing before Sam was enormous, at least five meters tall.
And yet, despite staring directly at it, Sam couldn't actually make out what it looked like.
It had a body, clearly. It had limbs, a torso, even a head.
But the details were impossible to see, as though something had erased them entirely.
Its entire form was cloaked in swirling shadows, pitch black and untouchable, except for two glowing crimson eyes that burned with ancient awareness.
Eyes that stared directly into Sam's soul.
"You are..." Sam breathed, eyes wide, "But... how?"
A wide smile slowly appeared across the creature's face, unnaturally wide and red, like a scar carved into its shadowed head.
It was eerily similar to the [Forsaken Clone]'s twisted grin.
[You don't need to know,] the being said, the words sliding into his head like a knife, bypassing sound entirely.
Fwish! Swash!
Without warning, a massive shadowed hand reached out and grabbed Sam by the collar.
