The Vy-Dalak willingly surrendered themselves to the Void long ago. What remains is something halfway between prophet, corpse, and living portal. Their bodies are wrapped in blackened ceremonial cloth and fractured armor etched with impossible symbols that seem to move when unobserved. A Vy-Dalak does not rush into battle. It arrives slowly, confidently, already certain of the outcome. The air grows colder near it. Sounds become muffled. Even brave warriors feel their courage begin to rot. Anyone who first stands before a Vy-Dalak and does not immediately flee or steel themselves should feel overwhelming dread. Even seasoned warriors instinctively know this thing is wrong. For those who have not prepared themselves against it, any encounter with a Vy-Dalak will leave them confused for at least a day (~1d4). Instinct: To corrupt, consume, and open the way for the Void

• Extinguish all non-magical light
• Corrupt a living creature into a Vy-Atharo
• Phase through walls or weapons like smoke