Shadows coalesce as the grey mist comes pouring forth from the ritual circle. As the darkness deepens, you realize that it is moving, as if guided by some alien intelligence. The form of a bipedal monstrosity with long claw tipped hands and wings of shadow stands and roars with a cry that sounds of creaking and splintering ice. The darkness has collected and as sounds of screams arise from the depths of this bestial creature standing before you, all you can think is that this is truly death made flesh. Instinct: To Bring All Into Darkness

• Swoop in and rend apart
• Vaporize into grey mist
• Extinguish lights with the cold of death
• Scream with the many voices of the dead