Angelissa hears the second shriek and nods grimly to herself, "Yep, it's definitely starting..." She looks around the new room, and slowly her feathers stand on end, making them look puffy and much bigger than they are...<br/><br/>There is something very wrong in this room. It was once a luxurious sitting room, but everything is now broken and dusty, with springs poking through the old, torn sofas and fauteuils. The room is much darker than it should be, and long, unnatural shadows are projected on the walls even though there is no visible source. They seem to dance and move from the corners of the eyes, but are perfectly still when looked straight at.<br/><br/>Visibly tense, the angel grips her mace a bit firmer in her hand, and with good reason. The shades suddenly take on grotesque and threatening forms, tearing themselves loose from the walls and floors to which shadows are normally confined, advancing threateningly upon the holy warrior.<br/><br/>Angelissa lunges out with her mace, striking one of the living shadows squarely. The shadow shivers like a distorted image and breaks apart, the fragments seemingly being sucked up by the mace's shining silver head.