A chilling breeze whispered through the air, carrying with it an aura of fear that would make even the bravest of men shudder. Alistair was all but brave. He wasn't a coward, but neither was he listed among the fearless.
As if conjured by the darkness itself, the figure humping over his own ordeal a while ago, emerged. Its grotesque and symbiotic form oozed a sickening mixture of red and black. A monstrous grin, stretching from ear to ear, revealed a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth.
Its mouth opened all the way to the back of its head, and with that, it let out one devastating screech that shook every fiber in the bodies of the intruders.
"What in the bloody carnage is this??!!" Alistair panicked, his lips vibrating. His knuckles turned white as he tightened his grip on the sword. Willow had frozen next to him, her eyes were stuck in a dead stare, as though she had seen a ghost.
