Whoosh! Flap! Flap! Flap!
"They are finally here," Cold Wind said.
After Cyril and Milo left, he stopped playing and rested his exhausted body for a while.
Then at the moment, he positioned his harp again for round two of tireless playing. At this moment, Cold Wind could no longer leave the city. Since, when Cyril and Milo left, the Demon will focus his wrath on him.
The Demon of wrath is not Demon of wrath for nothing. Once it found its target it would chase it to the ends of the world.
"Good job on angering the Demon of Wrath, kid." The man said.
He was formed from a group of bats.
As he was speaking, his sharp fangs would stick out. Also, their skin is pale as if they did not have even a single drop of blood. Aside from that, he was flapping his flesh wings on his back.
"Hahaha, we, vampires, would surely have a feast tonight."