The chill grew denser, clinging like bone-deep marrow. The cold felt like countless icy needles piercing the bones, and the air seemed frozen solid. The surrounding silence was terrifying, broken only by the sound of heavy breathing.
A distorted, shadowy figure, like an evil ghost crawling from the depths of hell, gradually materialized before everyone.
It appeared to be woven from countless strands of black smoke that writhed and churned endlessly, as if possessed of a life of its own.
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