The Original Owner of the Shadows

Thud... Thud...

Heavy footsteps echoed through the desolate land.

Although the terrain was covered by grey sand that was eerily similar to ash, it didn't inhibit the sound at all.

"Where is he..."

The being walked, muttered, shifting his icy eyes from ruin to ruin, searching for any signs of life.

The creature had two bat-like wings sprouting from its back, two horns emerging from its forehead and a tail that flicked back and forth in anticipation.

If not for its sinister smile, the Demon would look even cooler, however, right now, he seemed like a character out of a horror movie.

"Blood..."

Suddenly, the abomination's nostrils flared up as a scent of iron pierced the stagnant air.

Its smile, which was already sinister, grew wider, revealing rows of sharp, sharp teeth.