Just as he finished speaking, a shadow slipped through the chaos—silent, quick.
It wasn't like the others.
This one… was different.
An eerie skeletal creature emerged from the swirling mist—a twisted specter, its body a blend of translucent spirit and decaying bone. Its presence brought with it a chill that even Lucas felt. A ghost, but with the physicality of a cursed skeleton.
Before he could react—
It clung to him, phasing through his defenses like water through cracks.
"What—!?" Lucas tried to tear it off—
But it was too late.
With a sudden pulse of infernal energy, the creature lifted off, dragging Lucas screaming upward into the sky—into the forbidden sky of the Mourning Depths.
Within seconds, both Lucas and the ghostly entity had vanished into the swirling clouds above.
But Max didn't stop.
Or rather—he couldn't.
