Amethyst Phoenix
I think that rules out Brantley.
My brain completely shuts down as I watch him sprint with unnatural speed. His demonic laughter keeps getting distorted, echoing like he was drowning under water. The skeleton mask was conjured from magic particles I presume. However, Brantley has transformed into an entirely different person.
Claws extended as he slashes through the witches’ throats and rips apart the wolves without restraint. He is pure c*****e, like a beast unleashed. Brantley’s skin is drenched in blood, dripping from his fingertips with a demented laugh escaping his crimson stained lips. This is the essence of a psychopath, someone beyond reason and nothing but desire to kill.
I’m entranced by Brantley’s instinct to devour them all that I don’t hear the l
