The atmosphere in the room grew even darker, like a thick, suffocating air that pressed solid-hard against the chests of everyone in the courtroom.
As if on cue, the center of the room began to warp and twist, the shadows coalescing into a solid form.
The ground beneath them started to tremble, and from the darkness, a grotesque, towering tree began to emerge. Its bark was pitch black, glistening like the exoskeleton of some ancient insect, with jagged, sharp edges that seemed to pierce the very air around it.
The surface of the tree was slick, as though covered in a sheen of dark oil, and it pulsed with a sickly, rhythmic beat that resonated in the chests of everyone who looked upon it.
Lyerin stood in front of the terrifying spectacle, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "Voila," he said, his voice carrying a tone of mock celebration. "Now you see it, don't you?" His words hung in the air, dripping with a cruel sense of amusement.