Though faint, it was extremely enticing.
Without hesitation, the ghoul stretched out its forked tongue, long and crimson. It leaped up and darted along the shadowy corners, heading at breakneck speed towards the source of the intoxicating scent.
Florence's Fourth District, eastern side of the Central Garden.
A sullen-faced youth with fierce eyes reached out his hand into the darkness, capturing a humanoid black creature's skull. From the tips of his five fingers, black thorn-like spikes emerged, gnarling ferociously like tentacles. They burrowed into the creature like parasites, mangling flesh and blood.
Then, a terrifying injection of venom was enforced, wildly destroying all signs of life.
Within moments, the struggling dark creature had turned into a puddle of pus and blood. Solomon lowered his arm, fully retracting the thorns on his palm.
He took a step forward but soon spotted a blond figure.
