With a terrifying roar, the monsters—now mid-flight—shifted their attention from the fleeing panther to Findir. The boar-like creature let out an ear-piercing squeal, its tusks gleaming as it charged toward him. The bear followed, its immense wings sending gusts of wind as it barreled straight at the tree where Findir had been perched. Even the serpent, with its glowing eyes, fixated on Findir, its body twisting unnaturally as it homed in on him.
The mist had done its work. Now, the monsters saw Findir as their target.
"Dammit," Findir muttered under his breath, his mind racing once more as he assessed his quickly deteriorating situation. The beasts were coming for him—and fast.
There was no more time to plan. His earlier calm and calculated demeanor had to give way to swift action, but as the ground-shaking roars of the creatures echoed through the forest, his unsettling grin returned.
This was exactly what he needed.
