A faint tremor rippled through the air.
Emery lifted his gaze toward Vashka, a slow and confident smile spreading across his lips.
"You've shown me yours…"
He raised his hand, letting shadows coil between his fingers like living ink.
"…now let me show you mine."
He ignited the power of Khaos within. The floor beneath his feet darkened instantly, as though an abyss had opened beneath him. A wave of black light pulsed outward, swallowing the hall's warm illumination.
Twilight vines around him shuddered as the darkness merged with them, thickening into a dense, swirling mist. The vines split, snapped, twisted into shapes. A low, resonant hum vibrated across the chamber.
Three forms emerged, each towering nearly four meters tall, like night itself had been sculpted into beasts.
One with colossal, tattered wings that dripped shadow.
One with writhing tentacles sprouting from its spine.
The last, skeletal and gaunt, radiating deathly hunger.
Their emergence shook the room.
