Shadows formed along the entirety of the area, flowing together into a single mass. It formed into a cloak, as it always did, as a scythe rose from it. From the arms of the cloak came skeletal hands, which gripped the scythe. The face of the figure, however, could not be seen; only orange eyes shone from it.
"So this is where the two fugitives have come? I know not why the Judges hath sent me after them in particular, but by my power, they shall both be brought before the two...Alive, or dead."
His shadowy form was upon the waters, as though they were ground, and even seemed to be a part of the water that simply decided to lift itself up. In any case, the scythe-wielding figure advanced to the central tower, intent upon taking the first of the two.