Emery had encountered the Duskrath before—void-born phantoms that haunted the Eternal Void. These creatures were not made of flesh and bone, but of spectral malice and devouring hunger. They moved effortlessly through the turbulent currents, unfazed by debris or gravitational shifts.
Veyarel and Rosin Karat, seasoned by their past ventures, recognized the threat the instant the first wave appeared.
Dozens of twisted humanoid forms, their bodies trailing smoky tendrils, descended from the void. Their claws scraped across the glowing barrier in a screech that echoed inside the group's minds. Rainbow light shimmered from the fey's protective dome, but it flickered under the relentless assault.
"Fascinating creatures!" Galael, the Ember Sage, exclaimed with morbid curiosity, his eyes shining with both awe and calculation.
"They're getting in!" cried one of the fairy warriors, panic rising in her voice.
