Dark green mist gathered around Hex's body. As for Hex himself, he simply remained still.
The black beings with wings rapidly closed in, almost like a swarm of locusts. They opened their mouths wide, tearing open their cheeks in the process.
Countless ear-piercing screeching sounds rang out. They were clearly not afraid of making their presence known.
Their hands were claws, with particularly sharp ends. The black beings raised these claws and swiped at Hex.
Right before their attacks landed, Hex's blue eyes shone a little brighter.
A dark green wave shot out from Hex, directly blowing back all the black beings and tearing them into shreds. The situation resembled moths being bewitched by a flame.
To the moths, the flame was irresistible, but if they got too close...
...they would burn.
Hex proceeded to let out a faint giggle.
"Oops!"
