The shadows didn't just crawl, they exploded out of the stone walls with a sharp, hissing snap!.
Nathan's eyes flared as he triggered [Hunter's Insight], and the chaotic gloom instantly snapped into sharp, clean focus. These weren't standard monsters warped by the Cleansing. They were something far older, far more unnatural. They moved like thick black smoke, their bodies stretching, melting, and reforming with every beat of his heart. They had no faces, no eyes, just terrifyingly long, thin arms ending in jagged claws of pure, suffocating darkness.
"Line up!" Nathan shouted over the rising wind. "Defensive formation!"
The party moved as one fluid machine. Mirko slammed into her human form, Dragon's Fang bursting into a brilliant wall of purified wyrm-fire. Her [Impenetrable Fortress] flared to life, a solid dome of jade light that instantly shoved the nearest wave of shadows back.
