The scene was a gruesome sight, the metallic smell of blood and the reek of fear lingering in the air. The bodies of the cultivators scattered around, their twisted limbs and frozen expressions a testament to the horror they had experienced. The Nargacougars moved with deadly grace, leaving deep gouges in the stone floor with their sharp claws. The survivors, their eyes darting nervously, cowered together, hoping to avoid the attention of the predators.
As I navigated through the chaos, every sense on high alert, I felt a prickling sensation at the back of my neck. I whirled around, ready for anything. I was sure it was not a Nargacougar, since those creatures move with such fearsome and terrifying stealthy grace, they would be undetectable until they strike.
There was someone behind me, hidden by a mask and the shadows cast by the hovering platforms littering the space inside this giant cube we're in. I braced myself for whatever was to come.
