The Shadows.
Just as their name implied, these were a race of pure shadowy creatures found in the deepest recesses of Tartarus. These were creatures that wouldn't go out of their way to attack someone. But if intrude upon…
SKRREEEEE!
A formless mass of shadow split apart and reformed behind Damian. Before the lad could even make a move, a shadow tendril pierced through his back, and exited from his chest,
"Ughn…"
Groaning lightly in pain, Damian willed his War Flame alive. In a brilliant flash of crimson, the flames exploded out of his body, and caught unprepared, the Shadow couldn't even voice out a cry before it was caught up in the conflagration. It died miserably.
Just few meters away from Damian, against these shadowy creatures, Claire found herself in a more advantageous position. She controlled Darkness and Abyssal Edicts, and by extension, shadows as well. Then there was her Light and Holy Edicts, the very antithesis of all that was dark and impure.
