"You're very brave to confront me, I'll give you that." A man draping a shawl around his lower body spoke calmly as he held the figures of two women, grabbing each by the neck as he absorbed their essence until they turned into a sack of withered bones.
He snapped his finger, causing them to become dust and fall to the floor as a follower of his hurriedly scooped the contents into a paper flask and pocketed them. There were three followers in total, each wearing a mask made from monkey skin, giving them an eerie aura.
The leading man with a shawl draped around his lower body smiled casually as he licked his lips and stared at the hooded individual a few metres away, "Maybe you're just a reckless brat that has yet to witness the horrors of the world."
"Is that so?" The hooded man spoke with a hoarse tone, one that was screeching to the ear, as if a massive spider was talking human language.
