The wall was almost twice the height of Aegon, but he easily climbed over it and jumped outside without any hesitation.
As his lether boots touched the ground, all that awaited him was darkness along with flickering illumination from the bonfire on the other side of the wall.
His eyes easily found the boy who had slipped away, but his steps paused when he noticed something in the dark.
The appearance was completely unknown, yet haunting, something Aegon was seeing for the first time in his life.
A figure seemed to be rising in the darkness, with seven long dark tendrils shooting out from its grotesque body in every direction.
The body itself was changing every second, sometimes bulging and sometimes shrinking, looking like a stick. But there was something far more malevolent, its three yellow eyes that changed their position with every movement of the creature, and its wide maw dripping with dark mist.
