The grim night air continued to thrive as the flock of Man-Eating Crows ravaged all beneath the sinister moon of the gloomy skies, casting its bloody hue onto the dark city beneath its reign.
As the chilly mist-shrouded most sights, even the nearby buildings constructed from antique stones, a ghostly figure flashed left and right as it rapidly danced through the streets.
Looking closely, one would notice that the entity that moved like a ghost was in no way a departed being, but a handsome youth with silver hair who performed as a dancer in the field. His body twisted before transforming into four different ghostlike shadows that scattered towards the four directions.
Instantly, each of the shadows had revolved before leaving behind a remnant sparkling silver line that swirled across the street, moving at strange angles as it easily bisected any of the crows that dared to charge towards him.
