8th Floor Realm of the Dead 3

A skeletal figure, a creature of pure malice, emerged from the mist. Its form was shrouded in darkness, its eyes two glowing green orbs that burned with an unnatural intensity. This being was unlike any other Noah had encountered - a harbinger of doom.

The creature raised its skeletal hand, and a wave of dark energy surged forth. Noah raised his sword, his body trembling with anticipation.

The dark energy collided with Noah's sword, sending a shockwave through the graveyard. The ground shook, and the trees swayed. Noah was thrown back, his body slamming against a nearby gravestone.

Struggling to his feet, Noah's vision blurred as the creature advanced, its eyes filled with a cold, calculating hatred. He knew he had to act quickly, or be overwhelmed.

Summoning all his strength, Noah channeled the flame element into his sword, causing the blade to glow with a blinding light. This would be his weapon against the darkness.