"This statue right here is what we call a Gargoyle. This is a simple frozen Gargoyle that you'd commonly find in a most likely undead-themed dungeon."
Gilbert strolled around a stone statue of a demonic crouched figure in his clunky suit of steel armor calmly.
The students were in 1 big circle, their legs nervous and shaky as they felt death loom over them.
"Some of you may feel quite unpleasant right now. And that's because of an effect that all Gargoyles have."
"Some call it, the presence of the Void. But I merely call it The Watching."
"Even in its stone state, a Gargoyle can see and hear everything."
"As most of you should know, Gargoyles turn to stone in sunlight."
"But there's a reason that they're still a strange, domineering race to this day."
