In the blink of an eye, Gunther leapt back, landing farther away than even those behind him.
His hands trembled, his legs felt feeble, as though they might buckle at any moment.
He could only stare in petrified horror as a flame of darkness slowly rose from the ground and coalesced into a human-like visage...or was it human?
...at least, that was how it appeared to them...until its form was completed.
The entity stood on two legs, with four arms, a curling tail protruding from behind, four crimson eyes glowing with malicious cruelty. And two black horns twisted upwards from its head.
The devil stood between them and Ellis, who quivered uncontrollably. He had tried to look up...only to lay eyes upon a monstrosity.
That monstrosity caused the tendrils of fear to ensnare his entire being. Making what he had felt moments before now seem like child's play.
In the face of such terror, he couldn't even muster the courage to raise his head.
