Inside the black mist, Ethan was flung inward
by a massive dark hand had wrapped around his body, binding him tightly. The grip was strong, filled with vile energy, yet Ethan did not struggle.
He had to admit it.
The sudden appearance of the hand had taken him by surprise but could break free at any moment, but instead, he chose to let it pull him in.
SWOOOSH!
The hand dragged him deeper, toward the center of the inner area where everything had already turned to dust and rubble. Broken stones floated in the air as if gravity itself had been twisted.
Around him, strange creatures began to form. Their bodies were half-solid and half-smoke, their shapes shifting as low growls echoed from every direction.
The hand finally stopped.
From the thick mist ahead, two enormous swirling eyes opened. They burned with nefarious flames, staring directly at Ethan.
A chill ran down his spine when those eyes locked onto him.
"So it was you who foiled my plans," a deep voice echoed.
