Plod. Plod. Plod...
Grim footsteps echoed through the chambers as Bam subconsciously took a step back, the grip on his sword loosened for a moment as an uncontrollable terror gripped his heart.
The source of such menacing footsteps soon walked out of the tunnel, dragging something behind his back.
The figure was a demon with blood-red pupils with a vertical slit. His body was contorted weirdly and his arms appearing longer than they should and his back hunched slightly due to his lazy posture.
With a slightly red skin tone and a sickly build, he gave the feel of a nocturnal creature from the deepest parts of the sea rather than a lesser demon. However, the twin curved horns protruding from his head and the thinly red tail scrapping the ground. as he walked confirmed his race.
Clad in tattered leather armor with huge bags under his eyes, his skin practically clinging to his bones with barely any flesh on them, he almost seemed as though he was one of the walking dead.
