Neron felt beads of sweat roll down his face as he saw where he was.
He had just fallen into a lair of Wyrms so his fears were amply justified.
He knew just how formidable of an opponent they were, especially in a group.
At the moment, they were lying in wait beneath the surface of the cave's floors while some of them were coiled around stalactites.
There was a faint, sulfuric odor that clung to the air around them and they appeared to have just woken up from sleeping no doubt from the noise of his fall.
At the moment, they were startled to see him but he knew the element of surprise would be lost soon when they got over it.
In the low light, he could see that they were serpentine in shape, resembling massive, elongated dragons without wings.
Their bodies were covered in thick, armored scales that shimmered with an oily sheen and their earthy brown scales blended seamlessly with the cave's natural shadows.
