"Come... Grief."
Just as Yennefer's ethereal chains shot toward him like coiled serpents ready to pierce his heart, the world shuddered.
A pulse of raw darkness burst outward from Stephan's body, crimson and black shadows erupting in slow motion to him, but to the rest of the world, it happened in a blink.
The ground cracked beneath him as the air around him warped and shivered like glass under pressure. Tendrils of deathly energy spiraled upward, weaving violently through the air as if something ancient and angry had been uncaged.
Then a shape emerged. First the silhouette. Humanoid, tall and feminine. Towering like a grim goddess carved from nightmares.
Then came the hair.....long, white, glowing faintly like ghost fire in the dark. Eyes next, cold, blue, and spectral, glowing with a chilling authority that didn't belong to the living.
And then the weapon, a sleek, curved sword, its edge bleeding spectral wisps with every breath it took.
