Filch's heart hammered against his ribs as he pressed himself against the crumbling wall, peering around the corner with just enough of his face exposed to see.
The three demons moved through the Secondary Ring like apex predators. The Withering Beasts parted before them like subjects acknowledging royalty.
They were mindless, but not foolish as to not identify a life threatening danger.
Filch recognized them instantly. The green eyed one walked at the front... his eyes had a single vertical slit like a crack in perfect glass.
He was the leader... or so was evident from all Filch knew.
Behind him walked the, one with violet eyes with two slits in his eyes and a third one with five slit marks.
'Shit. Shit... why are they back here?'
Filch's mind raced through multiple scenarios. He could not fight them head on... He had barely escaped the last time and that was when he had the element of surprise and Ishiki's unconscious body to motivate his desperation.
