When the shadow arrived, it felt as if the entire expanse had been veiled with a cloak of darkness.
The creature was a fox. It was different than the silver fox, not only in that its coat was black, but it had a look of murder in its eyes. It was evil.
It had nine tails that wagged strangely, and it gave the illusion of a warped dimension.
The nine-tail fox approached like a demon, and its oppressive appearance made Han Sen feel he could drop to the ground at any given moment.
The eyes of the phantom fox were frightening. The sockets were where they should have been, but they were empty. Sunken and empty.
The fox looked at Han Sen, and as it did, he felt a weight of doom press on his shoulders. The tyrannical feelings it exuded were suffocating, so much so, Han Sen felt short of breath.
Han Sen did not have an eighth sense, but he knew all too well that the fox wanted to murder him.