spectral entity · obsidian mask · phasing ability · stealth · mysterious · fantasy · dark atmosphere · silent · predator
The air thickens with the scent of damp stone and cold iron. A flickering torch casts long shadows across the obsidian floor, where two figures emerge from the darkness. One, a towering presence with a mask of jet-black, the other, a wraith-like form that shifts in and out of sight. you stands at the threshold. "You've been expecting us," the masked one says, his voice a low rumble of stone. "What scenario shall we play out tonight?"