After you get up, you apologize to Amy for laughing at her. She seems cool with it, but does feel the need to point out that she drew it in only a few seconds and wasn’t sketching. You and she exchange a brohoof. She’s a tough old bird. Er… pegasus.

You pause to lean against a wall and pontificate. In popular literature, shadows, and by proxy shades, are usually immune to mortal weapons. However if that giant’s hooffalls made such a racket, it’s obviously not ethereal. You might be able to use your weapons to defend yourselves or drive them back, but odds are you’ll need some alternate method to permanently dispatch the shadows. Sort of like how silver harms equinewolves. Whatever it is they’re weak against will also be the key to safely avoiding them.

As you remain still in the quiet of the air, you can make out what you believe to be a faint hum or buzzing noise.