Eikthyrnir Compound [Mini-Arc] (8)

The shadows in the room came to life, twisting and snaking their way in between the chaos of the clashing guards, before slithering past Eiknyr, whispering ancient nothings as they made their way to Lucius.

Eiknyr froze in shock for a moment, before abruptly standing up.

He stood at 2.6 meters tall, 3.2 with the length of his horns. His muscles rippled under the silk-black robes he was wearing, which fluttered unnaturally as the streams of shadows, rushed past him towards Lucius.

"Mystic Mantle?" Eiknyr asked, his once musing tone now one of utter seriousness.

Still, Lucius did not reply and the influx of shadows did not stop. 

Black ink seemed to ooze from the walls, before joining the river of shadows. At this point, Lucius's body was now completely encased, only a small section where his eyes peered through could be seen.