Huh? W-Wha... Nightingale blinked rapidly, shuddering awake from his stupor. It didn't take long for the gravity of the situation to hit him.
"Shit!"
Fortunately, Flaming Rose's urgent shout from the gateway snapped him back to reality just in time. Unfortunately, it was already too late. In his moment of distraction, his gaze had already crossed paths with several of the countless eyes triggering the manifestation of an unseen force.
The authority of the Black Spire.
In the next micro instant, the myriad of eyes dwelling within the pulsating worldscape began to tremble, then dilate in unison. The entire space warped and the air parted under an invisible weight.
A low, resonant hum reverberated through the atmosphere, like the sound of a thousand whispers bleeding into one another. The walls around him seemed to melt into shadows, coiling into grotesque shapes that stared back with unblinking malice.
