Sunny looked up, the radiance spilling from beneath his visor and illuminating the boundless darkness above. There, a vast expanse of tattered cloth seemed to be descending upon them, billowing in the wind.
Of course, it was not really a giant swath of fabric.
It was a Creature of Darkness he was familiar with — a Dark Drifter, like the ones who had tried to devour the shadow of Condemnation in the Realm of Death.
Sunny did not know what would happen if the nebulous body of the Dark Drifter enveloped them, and he did not want to find out. Being spiritually digested by an eerie abomination was not on his bucket list.
The strange flesh of the Creature of Darkness seemed to ripple and seethe when exposed to the light shining from within Sunny's helmet, but it was not destroyed by it.
