Tom couldn't believe how easily he had obeyed higher authority, how weak he had been against the devil's aura. Tightening a belt over his hips, his thick nails scratched against the inside of his sleeve and opened a wide hole.
"And now, imagine the thing as a spectacular sphere of energy with eyes staring down at you and feathers the size of a house moving like tidal waves. The goat is nothing compared to what I've seen once." Said Oswald, forcing a tight pant to fit his thighs.
Tom shook his head, annoyed. As soon as Oswald finished his sentence, he moved it vertically. "That's the exact monster I imagined when you spoke about that thing in the barn, the night you found a half-eaten lamb stuck under the door. Maybe I'll have a few nightmares thanks to the enhanced eyesight you gifted me with." With a slight shoulder move, he hinted the rising sun to the boys.
