The Night Reaver Stalker was a tall, humanoid beast with an unnaturally slender frame and elongated limbs.
Its arms stretched far past what should have been anatomically possible, ending in curved, obsidian-black talons that gleamed faintly even in the absence of light.
Its body was semi-transparent, as though it were made of shadow given form. When it stood still, it blended seamlessly into the surrounding darkness, becoming almost indistinguishable from the void itself.
If not for Thoren's second talent, the Soul Lantern of Eternal Crypt. He would never have known how he died.
For a brief moment, everything froze.
No movement.
No sound.
Not even the faint whisper of air.
It was as though the world itself had stopped breathing.
Then.
Whoosh!
The Night Reaver Stalker moved.
Thoren reacted instantly.
The creature's speed was beyond absurd. In a single blink, it crossed the distance between them, its form flickering as it surged forward.
