Sylas could feel the oppressive aura from that pair of black eyes. He was being oppressed. It was stronger than him, and Sylas immediately had a bad feeling.
If they fought, Sylas knew he wouldn't stand a chance against whatever this creature was.
The creature in front of him had a pair of deep black eyes without any white in them. Crimson lips were shut tight, and its skin was as white as snow. It was more than six feet tall, and its inky black hair was very long, reaching down to its toes. It wore a long black robe and was barefoot. From the looks of it, it looked like a human, but not quite human either. It didn't look like a zombie, and Sylas also couldn't feel any zombie aura from it.
The feeling this entity gave him was very strange.
Cold sweat started to drip down his temples, and his hands uncontrollably started to shake.
'What in the world is that?' Sylas thought as he frantically tried to think of a way to escape.
