While they were deciding how they were going to fight the Crypt wight, the being himself stepped forward and his form appeared before everyone. Towering over the other monsters, the crypt Wight was a dark giant more than five meters tall.
Its form was shrouded in tattered robes that billowed without the presence of any wind and concealed its true shape from everyone. Underneath the cloak, its withered frame gleamed with an eerie light and ominous powers that coursed through its veins.
Its head, adorned with an ancient crown was encrusted with jewels, that bore the visage of a long-deceased king. Long, bony fingers extended from its hands, each tipped with razor-sharp claws that seemed capable of even rending boulders as easily as flesh.
As it looked at the three kings with its empty eye sockets two greenish fire appeared inside them. Immediately, Gil-Garna and the others felt a little uncomfortable.
"It's using some kind of skill"…
