Trial By Fire Part Four
The skull of the glossy black skeleton turned toward Fell, and a light appeared in the void of his eye socket. An ominous blinding glow with the same color as the crimson colored moon intensified for a few seconds before it died down. A soft but piercing fire hung quietly inside of his eye sockets, it hovered in the state of nearly disappearing but seemed to have tenacious resilience. The scenery gave an even more hellish vibe to Fell.
Suddenly, his hands moved toward his waist. The movement might have been simple, but Fell could swear that there was a kind of beauty in its execution, a beauty born from relentless training and millions of executions. Fell didn't know if the bony figure in front of him had been modeled from a known figure, but this simple execution of a drawing technique left a deep, lasting image in his psyche. For a split second, he even forgot about the danger that would befall on him as the giant skeleton smoothly drew his scimitars.