Deathly Miasma
"Sumera! Melisande!" He yelled out.
Though he tried to break through to help them, he was shoved back by one of the Unending Nightmare's avatars.
Shit! He thought.
It was the worst-case scenario; he could sense it–these nightmarish knights, looking as if they crawled from the depths of a void, were powerful, oozing off an abyssal aura from their form.
Still, he was prepared to fight, raising his sword again as the deathly sentinels closed in.
"I'm not done yet…I can still–"
Before he finished, the sound of a door opening sounded out, forcing him to look up, along with even the Unending Nightmare's split forms as it seemed ignorant to what just happened.
"...That meddling jester…"
"...Trespassing my realm…"
"...I shall confront him later…"
"...For now…"
"...We feast…"
–Finishing each other's words, the separated forms of the Unending Nightmare spoke in a distorted tone as if the words were gargled from their throats.
"Finally! Looks like we made it to the party!"