Orion observed the restless thrashing of the dark tentacles, reaching out hungrily to ensnare him, only to be pulled back into the pitch black wall by an unseen force. As quickly as they had appeared, the foggy tentacles receded, leaving behind an eerie calmness that whispered of illusion.
"Perhaps it really was!" Orion mused, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty. Since his encounter with Raven, each moment had been a revelation. The phenomenon unlike anything Orion had read or heard about, even in the depths of the most ancient myths and legends, The creature he had just witnessed defied description, a being of darkness and malevolence that surpassed all his comprehension.