Fwish! Fwish!
The sound cut through the silence like a blade through cloth.
The earth cracked open, shadows swirling as Alex's dark aura seeped deep into the soil.
Moments later, five skeletal figures began to rise from the depths, tall, ominous, and completely devoid of any sign of life.
[+5 Undead Reapers, -15,000,000 Mana]
The [Undead Reapers] emerged with a slow, almost ritualistic grace.
Each stood nearly three meters tall, cloaked in robes of shadowy cloth that drifted unnaturally, as though moved by a breeze that didn't exist.
Their skeletal faces remained mostly concealed beneath their tattered hoods, but faint white lights flickered in their empty sockets, watching, waiting.
They hovered above the ground, never once touching it.
Their presence felt unnatural, weightless yet impossibly heavy at the same time.
In both bony hands, each one gripped a scythe, massive, curved weapons made of some dark, ethereal metal that glowed faintly with deep violet light.
