Elsewhere...
Frey's body froze.
Her breath hitched as her wide eyes locked onto the shrouded figures before her.
They stood unnaturally tall, their limbs long and spindly, stretching out like shadows.
They had no faces.
Then notification flickered before her eyes glowing eerie red.
[Veilborne]
Freya's breathing quickened.
"What...what the hell are those?" she whispered, panic creeping into her voice.
The rogue beside her had snapped out of his own fearful daze.
Without hesitation, he struck.
He stepped forward, his hands moving in a blur, launching a flurry of daggers at the creatures.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH!
The blades sliced through the air and passed right through them.
CLANG!
The daggers clattered uselessly against the maze walls, echoing in the dead silence.
Freya's heart pounded.
They didn't have physical bodies.
Yet, they just stood there.
Their grotesque limbs hanging limply at their sides.
Watching.
Waiting.
Staring.
Their faces nonexistent faces.
