68 Gargoyles

A black-colored stoned-skin humanoid creature with wings folded on its back and a face that resembled a lion could be seen starring him from atop the roof.

The creature seemed to be on the verge of going on a rampage, seen from the expression on its face that became ugly with its saliva dripping onto the ground while baring its sharp teeth.

Viktor could see at least three of those stage three abyss creatures around, and with the creature's ability to fly and the cover of darkness at this time of night, he knows there were probably a lot more of them out there.

It was an unexpected situation, and he didn't need to be an expert to see that he had bitten a bit more than he could chew.

Hanging around for too long in this place would be tantamount to suicide, and he needed to use the last of his strength to escape.

Viktor turned around and saw that in front of him, a few dozen critters and some of the flaming dogs had gathered, their eyes focused on him with clear unsettling hunger.