Closing and closing in as inexorable as a powerful force that could crush every air molecule opposing its forward moves, the creature casted a looming shadow that could not be seen due to absolute darkness.
The excited fast dashing being, a vision of eerie elegance, had a tall humanoid form adorned with a mane of frizzy, buttock-length hair that flowed behind it like a damp cloak of a dead king.
The creature was panting in anticipation, releasing some suppressed muffled voices now and then, easily billowing the wind while gliding through the tense streets in a beast style.
It moved as silent as a ghost of a hunter.
It moved extremely fast like a dark thunder.
Due to how fast it could move, its feet barely touched the unmoving cold ground, leaving no trace or sound, while its excited two red eyes blazed like embers of hunger, looking wild and untamed.
• The strongest form of attack comes from the wisest mind.