Up above the fight, far up stood a man in a white but turned brown robe, his hair as white as snow, with dull blue eyes and wrinkled skin. "Well, this is interesting."
He floated in the air as if he were standing on the ground, suspended over nothing. He looked down and his eyes easily caught the glints of weapons and the lightning that shone bright; the snapping that followed also reached his ears. "What monsters. Average monsters are nothing to them. They won't grow like this."
Beside the man, the air shimmered and a humanoid blue bird popped into existence. Little Bird took one look at Crypt Master's blue eyes and quickly turned his feathers black. "So this is where you are hiding, old man."
