[Wave Two Incoming...]
The air shimmered.
This time, there was no silence before the storm—just an instant lurch in the fabric of space, like the Labyrinth itself braced for what was coming next.
[Wave Two: Arcane Aberrations, Tier II—Manifested Constructs Detected.]
The six rift portals above twisted violently, coiling into tight vortexes of runes before vomiting out their next horrors.
They didn't just fall this time.
They descended like gods of ruin.
First came the Veilsplitters—humanoid aberrants, thin as bone and three meters tall, draped in torn caster robes made of flickering arcane script. They hovered slightly off the ground, eyeless, their faces split down the middle with vertical gashes of glowing glyphlight. Each held a grimoire, but the pages turned on their own—chantless spellcasting, automated and synchronized.
