< Battle Rages on >Multiple dark varients had shown up to confront the four and they were able to hold them off pretty effectively together. The battle was going good for the most part
That was until a hum settled over them. Raiden felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up it had the same eery feeling as Y/N's whistle
It was as if all sounds were drowned out and all they heard was the hum. Raiden looked to Y/N "It's like your...""I know" he said cutting Raiden off
A mist even began to settle over the battlefield it was in no way natural as the mist itself carried a certain coldness
"It's as if the mist is made of ice" Shang Tsung grunted
"No, that's the cold touch of death"Y/N said clutching his scythe tighter
Raiden looked at the reaper with some concern" Do you think? "
" No matter the case you guys should go "Y/N said knowing what he was implying
Shang Tsung shrugged" I won't object to you playing hero "he and Quan Chi left relativeky easily as Raiden relactantly left
Y/N took a deep breath as ye assessed the situation the humming was still going on and the mist had gotten thicker and the temperature continued to drop
Strange enough Y/N didn't remember when but,The humming had stopped
It was also as if the coldness had vanished all teh sudden like it was never there
Suddenyl an arrow had embedded itself into the Reaper's shoulder his eyes widening as blood ran down his arm
The arrow wasn't a normal arrow it had a strange glow to it, regardless the reaper used his other hand to pull it out and he planned to use his fire to help close the wound but suddenly out the corner of his eye he saw another arrow flying straight for his head
He narrowly dodged rolling along thr ground
"The hell!" he thought to himself the arrow shad no sound to them not even the ripple of the wind so instead he followed the direction the arrows came from hoping to see the Archer
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