In the aftermath of the battle, Ethan found himself floating in an abyss of darkness. There was no sound, no sensation, only an overwhelming void. The weight of the silence pressed in on him, making it hard to breathe. As he tried to make sense of his surroundings, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness, taking shape before him.
The figure was tall and imposing, with long, flowing white hair that seemed to glow faintly in the darkness. Two massive horns curved from its head, casting shadows that danced ominously across its face. Its eyes were cold, emotionless, and piercing, reflecting the same emptiness that surrounded them.
Ethan's heart raced as he faced this eerie apparition. He tried to speak, to ask the countless questions swirling in his mind, but his voice seemed to be swallowed by the void. He tried again, mustering all his strength.