Byung stared at the robed figure, his heart pounding heavily in his chest. Something was deeply wrong. The air felt heavier, colder, and saturated with an ancient, suffocating malice that made his corrupted mana twist uncomfortably inside him.
"What the fuck are you talking about!?" Byung shouted, immediately getting defensive. "What are you?"
The creature gave no reply. It simply stood there in complete silence, its small frame draped in the tattered dark robe from head to toe. Two large, blackened horns curved upward from beneath the deep hood, but no face, no breath, no movement was visible.
Byung's eyes darted around nervously. Everywhere the creature stood, the grass had turned black and withered. Flowers crumbled into dust. Nearby bushes rotted and collapsed. A ring of death was spreading outward from where it stood.
