More horrifying still, wherever the Black Light spread, even the sound of the foul, warm water seemed to be swallowed and weakened. The stench that had permeated the air was replaced by something colder, an aura of absolute stillness.
Light itself distorted and dimmed upon touching the edges of the Black Light, as if being sucked away.
Ron stared, dumbfounded. A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, and his teeth began to chatter uncontrollably. "Un… Uncle Scar… Wh-what is this? Sir… what's happening to him!"
Uncle Scar stared intently at the surging Black Light, his murky eyes filled with an unprecedented terror.
He had seen far more of this world's strangeness and horror than Ron, and the scene before him brought to mind some truly terrible descriptions he had only ever heard in the most frightening of rumors.
