The man in the cloak

A man dressed in a black cloak stepped out of the dark. In his hand was a sword that shone as the moonlight fell on it.

There he was, the messenger of death, slayer of any creatures who dared to wrong him. Many had died by that sword and he was going to be next.

"At least pretend to be brave so that killing you will be fun." The mysterious man hissed in annoyance.

He lifted the sword and rested it on his right shoulder In a way the blade was facing upwards.

The mysterious man began taking slow steps toward them.

Even Zara couldn't deny the fact that she was scared as he came closer but her mind told her he wasn't here to kill her or capture her like this hybrids.