Jareth's heart was in turmoil. He could not accept what had happened before his eyes.
"No… no…" he whispered, his voice trembling.
"This… this is impossible…" he mumbled under his breath.
His gaze was vacant as he stared at the massive, lifeless frame of the abominable creature they had created.
The colossal body lay sprawled across the chamber floor. The air felt heavy, saturated with the metallic scent of blood.
Thud. Thud.
While he struggled to comprehend the creature's fall, a series of heavy footsteps jolted him from his trance.
The sound reverberated through the chamber, deliberate and unhurried, yet crushing in its weight.
He raised his head slowly and saw two undead servants marching toward him. Their momentum was overwhelming, their presence suffocating.
The deep, hollow sockets of their eyes burned with eerie soul fire that sent a chill down his spine.
The flames flickered with cold indifference, devoid of mercy or hesitation.
