Back when Eshwar stood in front of the giant monster, shuddering in fear,
A handsome white-haired elven man glared at the huge, suited mannequin figure floating in mid-air with thick black smoke covering it from top to bottom. It had a pair of root-like wings on its back, clawed forearms that reached its knees, and long legs; everything it had was formed from the black smoke it was surrounded in.
'I can't hold back against whatever it is.' Eshwar muttered in his head, gazing up at the huge, black mannequin figure.
The mannequin figure gracefully raised his hand and pointed at Eshwar, who dazed out from the grace the figure excluded, and in an instant, the black smoke seemingly twitched before floating up next to the mannequin's shoulders, circling; soon, 16 circles surrounded the figure, and black spikes protruded out from the circles made from the black smoke.
WHOOOSH
