The darkness poured into the library like a living thing, swirling around them with a malevolent intent. Sarah felt her heart race as she tightened her grip on the dagger, its blade shimmering faintly in the dim light. The air grew thick with tension, and she could hear the whispers of the ash echoing in her mind, taunting her, promising chaos.
“Get back!” Sarah shouted, pushing Lila behind her as shadows coalesced into a solid form at the entrance. The figure was indistinct at first, but as it stepped into the light, they could see it was a creature made entirely of ash and darkness—its eyes glowing like embers in a dying fire.
“Do you think you can seal me away again?” it hissed, its voice a cacophony of whispers that sent shivers down Sarah’s spine. “I am eternal! I will rise again and again!”