That sense of being out of place was replaced with fear, incredulousness, shock and revulsion as Ernst witnessed the otherworldly spectacle of a [i]walking, talking dog[/i]. In utter disbelief, he rubbed his eyes with quivering hands to dispel the illusion before him, but the smell of fur soon made him realize that the… [i]demon[/i], was actually real.

“Gods above,” Ernst cursed, stepping back and gripping the handle of his sword. “What the hell is this dog?!”