Eight long, chitinous legs - each ending in a deadly point that could run a man through with barely any effort - clicked against the stone and wood mix of the Elven throne room. The creature's entire body, at least what they could see slowly creeping out of the shadows, was completely bone white except for a small, black symbol shaped like an hourglass on its back.
The clicking stopped, the creature was hesitating in its movements, before it simply dispersed into pure white smoke and faded into the air with barely a whisper.
"White Widow..." Revenant whispered to himself, the blood in his rotten body turning to ice. He immediately summoned his Death Knight, which wrapped his shield around its master to protect him and scanned the room, looking for what it was summoned to kill.
