Shadow swirled around the corpse, rising like smoke before folding into form. It coalesced into a translucent, humanoid silhouette—an echo of the fallen elf. Its shape trembled faintly, eyes hollow, body flickering as if caught between this world and whatever comes after.
Elarien's breath caught. Her composure cracked for the first time, disbelief widening her usually sharp gaze.
Then, anger took its place. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, voice trembling between fury and alarm. As she raised her hand, Edward felt a sudden chill crawl through the air. The warmth of the torches dimmed, the light itself seeming to freeze. The air thickened until his breath came out as mist.
Edward didn't flinch. His attention remained fixed on the apparition. A faint shimmer passed through it, and a text flickered before his eyes.
[Shadow Archer]
He raised a brow.
"New class…"
The thought lingered for only a second before he pushed it aside. There was no time to ponder that now.
