The man on horseback stared at me with a cold, scrutinizing gaze. His voice rang with a melody as he spoke. The words he uttered left me even more confused. My mind went blank; nothing he said made any sense to me.
"Why are you so weak?" he repeated. "Demogorgons are nothing but stray dogs that roam the abyss beneath hell. I didn't even know they were capable of killing. And that form you took on… it resembles a creature from this Earth."
The spectre looked at me with disappointment etched on his face, and with it, a chill enveloped the night.
"Something has changed inside you. This isn't what he promised from you."
The spectre tightened his grip on his saddle. Suddenly, more horsemen appeared around him. Only these ones had no heads. Their horses looked like zombies, with rotten flesh infested by maggots and bones protruding through what was left of their skin.
