Ezra adjusts his stance, Skyfall resting lightly in his hands.
The disjointed figures dissolve one by one under his blade, disintegrating with disturbing ease.
Too easy.
His instincts are alerting him that these creatures were mere distractions.
A chill ran down his spine as he scanned the surroundings, feeling an oppressive gaze bearing down on him.
The atmosphere lay alive with malevolence, thick and cloying, with the different hues on many crystals seemingly growing dimmer.
An apparent feeling lay that something powerful was lurki and watching, waiting to strike.
"Show yourself already" Ezra declares, annoyed.
His voice echoes faintly, swallowed by the oppressive silence that followed the demise of the last crystal shadow.
Hmm…it seemed unfair to group this set of shadows to those he faced in the last section.
The atmosphere grows heavier, and the distortion around him intensifies, the colors of the crystals warping unnaturally.
