Darkness.
Unrelenting, suffocating darkness.
BZZZ!
Lilith's power engulfed the battlefield, drowning them in a world where sight was meaningless and fear took form.
Whispers slithered in the void, ancient incantations of despair, each syllable grating against the mind like rusted blades.
The graphical design and implementation of Warstar was revolutionary.
Despite the fact that Genevieve and the others played from behind a monitor, with their headsets on, they experienced all the sensations in this moment almost at the same level of realness that Noah experienced it inside the game.
Noah's grip on his Spellforged Battle Lance tightened.
His instincts were razor-sharp, but even he felt the oppressive weight of the Night Queen's domain.
Noah knew that the difficulty of each floor boss would rise the higher they climb the Demon's Tower, but still, was this jump in power not too much?