Its form was like the darkness itself, yet no matter how much Godric tried, he could not make out what it was. He was unsure if it was male or female, unsure of its face, unsure of its shape.
All he knew was that it had spoken to him, and it was here. A bipedal figure, a presence that stood out even against the suffocating shadows.
He sighed lightly. He was a veteran of the demon wars; he had seen horrors summoned and unleashed on the battlefield.
Monstrous demons, abominations born from summoning magic gone awry, tearing through both ally and foe without distinction.
This entity had spoken. So, it was man.
That alone was enough for Godric to judge.
He picked up the bottle of alcohol, bringing it to his lips and trying to gulp it down.
However, it was empty. He turned the bottle upside down as if to confirm the fact, then sighed again, shoulders slumping with the weight of tired resignation.
"An assassin... huh... haven't gotten one of those in a while..."
