Methuselah

Keiran raised his sword high in the air and summoned several boulders that rained down on the platform.

"Aaaah!"

The players screamed and scurried away to safety, but a few of them got their legs crushed by the boulder, losing one of their limbs in the process.

"Shit!" Gxel saw it all transpire and felt his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach.

'This fucking rift is making it impossible for us to reach him.' Ambrose thought and turned to the rest of the members of the party, who were clearly struggling under the constant onslaught.

'I guess I'll help them instead!'

With Formlessness, Ambrose rushed to the rest of the party and slashed through two of the black-skinned creatures.

As his sword went straight through them, they turned into shadows and got sucked back to Kieran. The rest of the party looked at him in awe, grateful for his help.