In a dimension with darkened skies, a figure fled through ground with desperate speed.
It moved like smoke, with its form constantly shifting between solid and ethereal states.
The being's movements were fluid, one moment it appeared almost humanoid, the next it scattered into wisps of darkness before reforming several meters away.
The glowing red light in its eyes were the only points of color in its shifting mass, and they were filled with panic.
It came around a corner and paused, its smoky form condensing slightly as it checked behind itself.
Nothing pursued, Perhaps it had finally escaped.
"I found the last one!"
The voice echoed from above, and the shadow creature's head quickly shifted upward.
There she was, the archangel Uriel.
She sat on a rocky outcrop high above, with her white wings folding casually as she grinned down at the cornered entity.
