Kurt slammed his fist against the Revenant blocking his path, but the thing did not even flinch. Its grotesque form, all jagged metal and sinew, stood firm like a wall of living iron.
"Oh, come on!" He muttered through gritted teeth, stepping back, knives flashing to his hands. "You mind explaining why I'm getting the door slammed in my face? No? Thought not."
The Revenants did not attack, they did not move aggressively.
They did not even growl.
They just stood there, pressing together into an immovable barrier between him and the Spire. And Miles was already gone, swallowed whole by the entrance in an instant, like the tower itself had been waiting for him.
Kurt exhaled sharply and turned, surveying the shifting mass of creatures. Their dull, fractured cores pulsed like dying stars, a thousand dead gazes locked onto him, but none moved to strike, and that was the part that unsettled him the most.
Revenants never hesitated in front of a tasty meal like him. They never waited.
