Gabi lay sprawled on the blood-soaked ground, her crimson-stained scythe a mere foot away. Her gaze, wide with terror, was fixed on the five skeletal werewolves that surrounded her, their eyes filled with killing intent.
'What manner of sorcery was that?!' she thought, her mind reeling in terror:
'These things combined their powers, conjured an illusion, and in the blink of an eye, my guards were slaughtered without a single resistance.'
Her eyes fell upon the still, lifeless bodies of her four protectors.
"You know... It was rather amusing watching you fight my little friends."
The deep, chilling voice drew her attention upwards. Gabi's eyes narrowed as she stared at the figure cloaked entirely in black, not a single strand of hair visible, he stood on the wall with folded arms. Only the glint of silver eyes pierced the darkness of their attire.
"Who... who are you?!" Gabi hissed, clutching her scythe and shakily pushing herself to her feet.
