This Is Not the End Yet

~Mistery Man’s POV~

A light appeared beneath the middle-aged man who wore a black leather jacket and black trousers when he had an incantation. His lips were moving fast, muttering something in a very strange language. Two men, the older and younger one, stood up side by side, watching what the witch was doing.

It was in the quite open area deep in the forest. There were several trees around them, but they were surrounded by a thick belt of green forest. Ansem Grayson whispered something to his brother. He only nodded while keep watching to the witch.

The light was disappeared. In front of him, a big and scary thing suddenly appeared. It was a black thing with a pair of black bat-like wings on his back. His eyes were red, with so many yellowish fangs inside his mouth. There was a pair of big horns on his head, sharp and sturdy. His skin was scaly like a snake. In a glimpse, he was like wearing a black leather clothes.