The Ninth

Jake clenched his sword as he looked at the opening from which the ninth follower was going to come through. 

It was clear that the labyrinth had acted to make sure that the evil beasts would be able to get to the center easily, while Jake and the others would suffer. 

Jake looked at the ground, which darkened. And then, there was a boot visible. 

Black as night could be, a boot appeared at the bottom of the entrance. And then, the man that wore it appeared. 

It was a cloaked man who had appeared. His hood on which created a shadow that cast itself onto the ninth's face, completely hiding it. 

His robes were also black, and the only thing that wasn't black were his two shriveled hands that were barely visible. And even they were a grimy gray. 

"Your god is quite strong even though he retreated like a coward. To think that he is strong enough to suppress all of us to the first tier, especially in this place." The ninth chuckled as he said.