Silas stood frozen, his breath coming out in shaky puffs as he stared at the shadowy figure standing on the mountain ridge. A strange fear gripped his chest, making his heart pound faster with every second. His fingers tightened around his scythe, the cold metal biting into his skin, but he couldn't let go.
"What the hell is that thing?" he thought, his eyes narrowing as he braced himself for whatever was coming.
Just then, he noticed another figure flying toward the one on the mountain. This thing in the sky was huge — as big as a helicopter — with wings that spread out wide like giant sails. Each flap of those wings sent a heavy whoosh through the air, and the wind it created kicked up snow all around Silas, making it hard to see.