A tremor rippled through the cracked earth, the ground shuddering as the lone skeleton, motionless until now, began to vibrate with an ominous hum.
Rumble…
The air grew denser, the dome's oppressive darkness coiling tighter around the survivors.
Shadows twisted like living tendrils, seeping from the defeated skeletons' remains and flowing into the central undead warrior. With each absorbed wisp, the skeleton's aura swelled, its presence growing colder, heavier, and infinitely more menacing. It exuded a chilling pressure that clawed at the soul, whispering despair into the hearts of those who stood before it.
The air hung thick, saturated with fear that threatened to choke the resolve from even the bravest.
The remaining fighters, fourteen in total, turned anxious eyes to their leaders, Jenny and Cynthia.
