In a corner of the wilderness scattered with rocks and dead trees, a tall, monstrous figure like something stitched together from many corpses floated silently in mid-air.
Ravens without feathers, covered in lumps all over, perched on his shoulders and head, while threads of ash smoke wound out from his body, snaking across the field.
Below the monster, two figures struggled desperately to fend off the attack of the ravens and smoke.
One was a lean middle-aged man with a pointed wizard's tall hat and a short beard. His magic robe looked worn, as if stained with stubborn patches of oil, and his unruly red-grey hair stuck out from under the hat brim, giving him a rather unkempt appearance.
