The air around the Gate of Grudge thickened drastically, the mangroves surrounding it beginning to wither rapidly as black ichor dripped from the elongated blades where its hands should've been, and from one crooked branch, a body hung unnaturally still, dressed in crimson priest robes, its face obscured by shadow.
Then the monster moved, its head turning with a creek as it stared at Albedo.
"Who dares disturb the Gate of Grudge?"
Albedo didn't flinch at its words, wielding Havoc and Ruin as he readied for battle, "Your nemesis," he responded to the monster.
The corpse laughed, a horrible, warbling sound that echoed in both the air and in his mind. Its limbs snapped backward as if its bones had reversed. Then it fell from the tree… but did not land.
