The light had hardly settled, when it suddenly went out. Immediately, within the same breath, a shadow of darkness swallowed the entire landscape. The sun seemed powerless in the face of the gloomy cloud.
Instantly, the lobby darkened- ushering in the man of the hour; Dracula himself.
Cloaked in a flowing black robe, riding on an invisible cloud of authority, the alchemist descended slowly from twelve feet high.
All around the floating necromancer, thick black smoke seeped out from his robes. The flapping sounds of his black cloak fluttered quietly as he silently glided downwards. His hands remained hidden under the dark fabric. And on his bearded face, his two eyes sparkled- sending waves of power across the room.
Five feet away from the ground, under his cloak, his shoulders heaved, And his trim arms unfolded themselves- like a human sized bat.
