The creature that had lunged froze mid-motion.
Then its head slid off cleanly.
Its body remained standing for a fraction of a second before collapsing heavily onto the ground. Then the others followed. One by one, every monster in the surrounding area lost its head, blood spreading across the cracked street in uneven lines.
Slowly the people below looked up.
High above them, suspended in the air, was a figure in black clothing. Even from a distance they could see the glowing green eyes, empty of any emotion.
The father's grip tightened unconsciously around his son. The boy stared upward, trembling. The mother, still half on the ground, felt her breath catch in her chest.
The figure did not speak. A second later it vanished.
Across Brightgate the same scene repeated. Again and again and again.
