Abyssal Fiend

The air around Leo felt heavier, as if it were pressing down on him with an unseen force.

The Abyssal Fiend had yet to move, yet its presence alone made it feel as if the world itself was recoiling in fear.

Leo's grip on Nightshade tightened, his breath slow and controlled, but his pulse betrayed him, pounding in his ears like a war drum.

Tatiana stood beside him, her crimson eyes locked onto the monstrous figure before them, her body tense with anticipation.

The creature's form was fluid, shifting between solid and shadow, its body composed of writhing darkness that stretched and shrank as if reality itself struggled to contain it.

Massive wings, jagged and unnatural, spread wide, blotting out the dim light of the Abyssal Realm. Its claws, each the size of a longsword, twitched at its sides.

Two piercing, hollow dark eyes burned through the darkness, settling onto Leo with an unnatural focus.

Then, it moved.