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The vortex above them groaned, a deep, resonant rumble of compressed dark magic that rattled the frost right off the surrounding branches.
Just as a blinding fog of vaporized snow was rapidly sealing them inside the clearing, swallowing the perimeter in an opaque, boiling wall of white, the air directly in front of the two tied-up women began to warp.
The heat spikes fractured. The steam violently parted, forced backward by a sudden, freezing shockwave of sheer malicious intent as a tall, imposing figure materialized seamlessly out of the whiteout.
They didn't know what the hell this thing even was. Neither Lucian nor Isabella could map a single recognizable feature onto the entity standing before them, because the monstrosity didn't even have a face.
Where a countenance should have been, there was only a smooth, blank expanse of dark, slimy skin that glistened under the violent violet light of the vortex.
