The Grim Reaper's very presence was grim and cold.
Its face was covered with its hood which was the darkest shade of black. Its dark clothes alone gave the feel that not even light could escape past it. Its skinny and lanky fingers were holding the scythe on its shoulder.
And it was staring straight at Dragomir as if it was staring right into his soul.
Adeline's heart froze upon seeing that terrifying dark figure. Upon seeing the death. The coldness in her heart spread throughout her body and rendered her immobile.
Now that she knew that her father's time was up for real, she was shaken to her core. She wanted to scream and shout and cry but she couldn't move a muscle.
All she could do was helplessly watch the grim reaper hold out his hand and spread its lanky fingers.
"Nooooooooooo…" Adeline heard Claricia screaming in grief and she was startled out of her petrifying daze.
