As I looked at her more closely, I realized her eyes were like two black voids. They absorbed light without reflecting it, giving off an eerie emptiness. What I thought was a robe turned out to be a dark substance, swirling around her body and emitting a strange, low hum. It wasn't fabric; it was something alive, something that shifted and moved as if it had a mind of its own. Thick black goo dripped from her hands, pooling on the ground before crawling back up, reabsorbed into the robe-like substance.
Her gaze shifted from Sura to me, her expression unreadable beneath the shadow of her hood. I could only make out her cracked lips and the deep wrinkles on her cheeks, but those empty orbs where her eyes should've been left me unnerved. It felt surreal to stand before Gul'tahar, the monstrous being I'd only ever seen in that strange realm, now here in front of me, not breathing, just existing.