Chapter 283

In the stillness of the night, the Nethridge castle grounds were eerily silent. Only a faint crackle of static electricity in the air could be heard in the garden. Suddenly, a space within the garden split open with a crack, a jagged tear forming in the fabric of reality itself. Lightning leapt from the fissure, streaking across the darkness like veins of molten silver. The rift widened, until it stood as tall as a grown man, its edges rippling like disturbed water with streaks of lightening around it.

From within the space, a figure emerged. Cloaked in robes as dark as midnight, every inch of the being was concealed except for its hands. The exposed fingers were blackened, the colour of charred wood, and thin, writhing lines coiled and twisted beneath the translucent skin, like snakes moving around.

The portal snapped shut after the figure stepped out. The lush grass beneath its feet turned brittle and brown, the vibrant flowers shriveling and collapsing into ash. With