It was dark.
Pitch dark—rolling shadows that made it even darker. And she was drowning.
Sinking deeper and deeper into this roiling shadow.
She tried to scream, but her lips were sealed by fear. For in this sinking darkness, she could almost feel its presence.
Bizarre entities drifted in the dark, wallowing around her.
They spoke as they wandered in the shadows—murmurs she couldn't understand, but whose existence reminded her this realm was cursed.
And their rising loudness proved they were getting closer.
If she uttered even a word, what could come next might be worse than death.
Her mind was unraveling. Her thumping heart slowed into the acceptance of death… and of sinking into the abyss.
But all of a sudden—through that devouring blackness—words echoed:
"Activate King's Aura."
Everything instantly unraveled into chaos.
The darkness that drowned her, the abyss that boiled around her, suddenly recoiled—violently—from a power that made even it shudder.
