Lyra took a step back in a bid to run from the frightening creature before her but, the metal
confines that had her boxed up prevented her escape. The dark aura of the hooded being
threatened to swallow her whole and she repeatedly took gulps of air in utter fear.
“Who are you?” she asked, her voice trembling so much that it sounded foreign.
As if the fear that gripped her icily wasn't enough, lyra watched in even greater terror as a mouth
materialized on the bare face of the creature, exposing fangs so sharp that it seemed to glint at
the tips. Though Lyra was a predator herself, she felt like prey before this phantom.
“I am nothing but a messenger from the shadows” The creature’s haunting voice reverberated
through the small dungeon, echoing with an otherworldly quality. It sound
