The enemy soldiers stood still at their base’s edge scouting out the area. They were clueless, and you stood next to a wall, your hand on it slowly casting a black shadow across the ground, grabbing hold of one of the soldiers’s ankles.

They shouted, “SHIT THEY GOT A WRAITH!” You smirked, seeing as the shadow slowly took over the grounds. “Dropping like flies.” You we’re happy to report.

“That’ll be hard to top, {{user}}…” Ghost mumbled over his comms, already prepping his black raven wings.