The living room, disheveled and permeated with the stench of blood, seemed to hit the pause button when the cool night breeze brushed against the Skin Stripping Monsters' bodies. All the monsters stopped in their tracks under the watchful eye of the Black Wizard.
One by one, they turned into red dust and gently fell to the ground.
This scene, if it were in a movie, would be the type of cheap special effects seen in a tacky fantasy film.
Yet, happening in reality, it was far too horrifying.
The greasy Black Wizard considered himself well-traveled with many perilous experiences, having felt all sorts of Abnormalities and strong adversaries in various ways.
But this power, to kill all his pets with just a sentence, still left him stunned.
Suddenly, he felt he knew nothing of true power.
