Cars lay overturned, shop windows gaping open like toothless mouths, and the air hung heavy with the acrid stench of burnt metal and rot. Every shattered doorway seemed to hide whispers of the past—ghosts of lives and hopes swallowed whole by the creeping darkness.
Suddenly, a low, guttural growl shattered the fragile quiet. From the depths of a collapsed building, a figure emerged. It was one of the elemental Revenants — a grotesque fusion of earth and shadow, its body oozing with molten rock, veins glowing bright orange beneath cracked obsidian skin. This creature's every step scorched the pavement, leaving smoldering footprints behind.
"Get ready!" Kev's voice was sharp, cold.
Shadows leapt from his fingertips, coiling and stretching, forming sharp blades and whips that sliced through the thickening air.
