Whiro moved closer and with each step he took, his body increased in size. The two groups were separated by a fair bit of distance but this distance seemed like a joke before the god of darkness, death and evil. Each step he took moved him tens of meters.
He soon reached twenty feet in height. He was the tallest thing on the continent.
His bat wings opened completely casting a shadow over the humans.
Whoosh, he moved his wings slightly forming a gust of wind that blew the ten powerhouses that had stepped forward.This simple gust of wind made the masters stagger backwards.
His long black tail moved about like some sinister weapon that could reap the lives of all the humans present in the next moment.
Whiro's black scales were covered with sinister markings that could drive any human mad just by looking at them for too long.
