The small sphere was creeping close to entering the main door of the workshop, but in its limited field of vision, it unexpectedly caught sight of a figure.
It was a tall man wearing a long black hooded cloak, the thick material tightly concealing him from head to toe, making it impossible to see any identifying features.
He was standing silently in front of the workshop door, his posture as calm as if strolling in his own garden; the eyes hidden behind the shadow of the hood calmly stared intently at the black fish-scaled liquid creatures that were constantly dividing and moving busily, working inside the workshop.
The strange thing was that those hideous monsters acted as if they completely did not see his existence. They ignored the stranger, and seemingly under the invisible command of some contractor, they still carried out the work of transporting and swallowing the black smoke in an incredibly orderly and disciplined manner.
