Ethan stood firm, golden flames crackling around his body as the forest trembled beneath his feet.
In front of him stood two figures—identical in appearance and equally unsettling.
A boy and a girl, seemingly only a few years older than Ethan. Both radiated a maddening, pressure that warped the space around them. Their jet-black hair shimmered unnaturally under the flickering battlefield light, and their eyes—bottomless voids—seemed to swallow all light and warmth.
Good-looking. Ethereal. But the thing that truly chilled Ethan to the bone was the maniacal grin on both their faces. It wasn't joy.
It was hunger.
Sadistic, gleeful hunger.
'They look human… but every cell in my body is screaming otherwise.'
The girl tilted her head, a childlike pout on her lips as she glanced at her brother. Then, without warning, her expression twisted into something vile.
