The temperature in the cavern hadn't just dropped... it died.
The frost creeping across the stone floor crackled under the sheer, oppressive weight of the entity standing in the center of the dead ritual circle.
Tessa let out a strangled gasp, her hands clamping onto my side with such frantic, terrifying strength that I could feel her fingernails digging through my coat.
She was trembling so violently she could barely stand, her eyes locked in sheer, unadulterated horror on the faceless obsidian mask of the demon.
My own breath caught in my throat, turning to a cloud of white mist in the freezing air.
The red warning screens from my debug vision were multiplying, flashing violently across my retinas, completely painting my vision in panic.
Zero percent...?
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.
I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles popped, my mind reeling.
