"You think you can stop me?" The voice rumbled from deep within the darkness, chilling my bones. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. "You don't even know what you're fighting against."
I glared at the swirling black mist that surrounded us, its form twisting into something ancient and malevolent. My children stood by my side, their faces determined but full of fear. They felt it too—the pull of something deep inside them, a connection to the being that was now confronting us.
"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice steady despite the unease curling in my stomach.
The mist parted, revealing a figure. Tall, cloaked in shadow, with glowing eyes that flickered like dying stars. But what caught my attention wasn’t the shape of the being—it was the sensation. The pull, the famil
