The silence in the throne room was shattered as the sound of the wraith's growls and snarls filled the air.
Thor bodies had turned glassy, becoming mirrored but sinewy surfaces that reflected the dim light around them.
Each one had a pair of glowing blue eyes, cold and hungry, like the reflection of a predator staring out of a cracked mirror.
Wade moved, shifting into a defensive stance beside the others.
"Back to back!" Sebastian barked, his voice cutting through the rising cacophony.
They all moved instinctively, forming a tight circle in the center of the hall.
Ingrid was behind Wade, her bow already drawn, Rowan stood to his right, staff glowing with light, and Sebastian on the left, his giant axe twirling like a stick in his hands.
The wraiths circled, their claws scraping against the mirrored floor, leaving cracks that spiderwebbed outward. It felt like they were waiting for something.
Then the first one leapt.
