There were many magical beings in the room, each one was like a beacon of light that burned his vision. he felt the urge to consume the light, to make them black like he was. To make them dead. One such creature, a faun girl by the looks of it erupted fire magic around herself as if to shield her from his chill. It was incredibly foolish and drew him to her even more but as he approached he became aware of another girl on the ground in front of him and subsequently, an easy target.

He looked down at her, fear was in her eyes like all those who gazed upon him at one point or another. Perhaps if he had a conscience he would have felt something, maybe pity but alas he felt nothing. 

He crouched down, slowly bringing his right hand on a path to touch her face.