The Bringer Of Death

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet the Wendigo,” Professor Njal smiled a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “The Bringer of Death.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes as he observed the illusionary image of the Wendigo. The sight of it sent chills running down his spine.

Unlike Koko, the Wendigo was neither bulky nor robust. On the contrary, it was quite skinny and seemed to be almost malnourished.

However, its eyes held some kind of mysterious power. Their color was between gold and red, nearly orange, and the sight of it made everyone's hearts turn cold.

“Professor Rinehart hadn’t had the chance to fight this creature in the past, but I did, along with some of the Professors in the academy,” Professor Njal said softly. “I am not embarrassed to say that I nearly peed myself after seeing this creature up close. The moment it appears in front of you, your body will start to feel cold and your breath will turn ragged.