C422 Death Scythe

In the stillness of the space, a ghastly howl suddenly pierced the air!

Thick black smoke billowed from Griff's body, morphing into a menacing shadow with gnashing teeth and slashing claws!

Iverson, cowering in the corner, was petrified, curling into a tight ball.

In a flash!

Westley, seated in meditation on the bed, was struck by a wave of acute discomfort