"What the..." Grey muttered, his voice trembling in disbelief. But before he could even fully process the sight before him, his shadow began to writhe unnaturally on the ground. It stretched, elongating as though it had a life of its own, twisting and contorting with a deliberate, almost predatory intent. Moments later, Grey's eyes widened in shock as the shadow fully separated from the earth, taking form—a physical entity rising before him. Black tendrils clawed upward, writhing and spiraling until they fused together, coalescing into a humanoid shape that mirrored Grey perfectly.
