He's A Girl
As the last mutant fell, the Wraith turned its attention to Archer, its gaze piercing through the darkness. Without a word, it enveloped him in its shadows, shielding him from the lingering threat of the Demi-God.
Archer's heart pounded as he stood in the Dark Wraith's embrace, unsure what to expect next. Before he could utter a word, the creature spoke, its voice a sinister whisper in the darkness.
"Do not try to flee," it commanded, resonating in his mind. "The Swarm has branded you. Any effort to use transport magic will guide them to our location. I must get you to safety."
Escaping from the shadows, the Mutant Demi-God locked eyes with his savior. With a hiss, the Wraith unleashed a barrage of dark magic blasts, each aimed at the creature. The magic surged forward like a tsunami and slammed into the enemy.