Chapter 81: The Eighth Pedestal(2)
*OHW ERA UOY?*
A deep voice that seemed almost demonic resounded behind me. My eyes snapped towards the voice, vision blurry with the numbness of my mind.
Then I saw him, or was he even human?
Deep, molten red eyes stared back at me with an indifferent look—There was no fury in them nor any frustration. Just plain indifference as if I were nothing but an insect who pokes his legs where he shouldn't have.
His pupils were that thin slits like those of the dragons and demons marked with slight thin red lines like it was cracking from the middle.
His face did not resemble a human or a beast. Face that seemed like it was torn out of a Dragon's scale with crimson light pulsating at the edges of each one, running from his face to his legs.
He had no lips or nose, only a set of two horns protruding from the side of his head and curling upwards. He stood at least seven feet tall with torn black draconic wings attached to his back.
His hands were like the talons of an eagle with long nails, which seemed more like blades rather than growing out of his fingers; they were more like a part of it.
"Wh-Who are you?" I asked, somehow able to speak out.
*I MA EHT NAIDRAUG FO SIHT ECALP* He spoke something similar to the ancient tongue, but at the same time, it seemed twisted and made up. Something that never belonged to this world.
"What the hell are you spouting?!" I yelled at him. My left eye now burned with pain as if a few hundred needles had been poked in it, making me tear up.