Shagon, a dangerous fiend working for his mistress Nerissa, hid in the shadows of trees and buildings. His huge black wings were barely visible in the darkness of the night, blending with the black sky and dark gray clouds. The man himself was almost invisible, despite his tall and muscular build.

The wicked witch Nerissa often sent Shagon on these kinds of stakeouts, for of all the Knights of Destruction, he was the only one who was made of a living person and not, for example, of fire like Ember. Shagon had a mind. And he also had feelings. Hate, disappointment, anger... curiosity, interest, justice.

Shagon's gaze fell on a girl student who had only recently become friends with witches and had already discovered a power that was of interest to Nerissa. 'An unexpected turn of events,' Nerissa said once, and Shagon didn't even waggle an eyebrow. However, he was also curious.

And so Shagon, lazily flapping his black wings, watched from the top of the high-rise building as the unusual mortal girl stepped out of her house in the dark night. On Nerissa's orders, he was to follow her.