A few minutes before A's mad dash for Var Agus, the lizardmen group that was previously interrupted were being loomed over by doom.
The strange sound they heard previously now had an origin.
"Argh!" But the shadow of death did not loom for eternity, eventually it rained down on the lizardmen and enacted its cruel verdict.
Death.
The lizardmen had been sentenced to death.
Blood-red tentacles squirmed around the marshlands, they erupted out of the ground and water with what appeared to be no rhyme or reason. The lizardmen were not shocked, they were instead simultaneously dumbfounded and awestruck.
How large did the gauntlet beast become? How many creatures did it wring dry? The quantity of blood that it sucked… wasn't it frightening to reach these heights? Some couldn't help but ask themselves these questions despite being in a life or death situation.
