Chapter 338: Mountain-Top Giant
Dementors were tall, thin, humanoid magical creatures.
They could be imagined as pitch-black scarecrows over three meters tall, draped in hooded Wizard Robes.
Ordinarily, such creatures were only commonly found in Azkaban.
Azkaban was a prison for wizards under the British Ministry of Magic.
Dementors elsewhere were rare enough to be almost unheard of.
At that moment, a creature resembling a Dementor quietly appeared atop the mountain.
Why say it merely resembled one?
Because Dementors could not possibly survive in this land eroded by chaos!
Not to mention that they fed on happy emotions and would starve to death here.
They also could not resist assimilation by the chaos outside.
They were powerful, yet exceptionally fragile.
Wizards with weak hearts were lambs awaiting slaughter before them.
But wizards with firm convictions had all sorts of ways to deal with Dementors—Fiendfyre Curse, Patronus Charm, Avada Kedavra...
That was why creatures that could only inspire panic had no business appearing here.
Still, this one could be called chaos's version of a Dementor.
Like a Dementor, it had a tall, thin humanoid body and wore a hooded cloak.
It had no legs. It floated freely through the air, trailing a plume of black smoke behind it.
But in one respect, it was completely different from a Dementor.
"Master..."
Dementors could never speak human language!
Yet the creature before them spoke!
Though over three meters tall and gaunt, it was still a massive being.
Yet the master it addressed, merely seated upon a stone throne, was even taller than it was floating in the air.
Hearing someone call to it.
The being on the stone throne slowly opened its scarlet Dragon Eyes.
"What is it?"
Its voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
"The guards below sent word. Someone is