Draconian

The Draconian slashed its hand at someone within its reach, and in the blink of an eye, the person was lying on the floor. His skin became very wrinkled and there was no longer flesh in his body. There is only a black hole where the eyes should be. Three slashes ran across the man’s chest, where the Draconian had lodged its sharp fingers. There was no blood flowing there, only a black deep wound that looked as empty as a deep fissure. Black liquid poured out of the human’s mouth, along with thick smoke.

The guards fired at the creatures in desperation. Stupid. Of course, it was pointless. They cannot harm Draconians with ordinary weapons.

The brief silence turned to panic and horror. Everyone was running aimlessly to save their lives.

Draconians didn’t stay still. They moved and walked like convulsive people, but at incredible speed. They all spread out and didn’t give their prey a chance to escape. The Draconian ran and crept up the wall