How? What? When? Questions after questions flooded the minds of the soldiers, the sergeant being no exception.
Wanting to confirm if what the watcher at the top of the wall had seen was true, he raced as fast as possible, bursting through the door. He yanked out the man from the binoculars and put his eyes to the magnifying glass.
Once he did, his breath stopped completely. His heart felt like it was about to stop any second. His whole body broke out in sweat as his fingers began to tremble due to sheer fear.
'What is this?' the sergeant tried to make sense of the view.
A skeleton dragon surged through the skies, heading straight for them. On said dragon, there was a man who was standing upright, unbothered by the wind. His white robes and demonic mask gave him the appearance of some kind of ghost that had descended from hell to bring these people to their graves.
