As the screech subsided, the toads loomed before him, their grotesque bodies shimmering with slime in the damp air. They were waiting now, anticipating his next move. Cyrus, unshaken by the intensity of their call, smirked. His hand tightened around the hilt of his summoned aetheric sword, the ethereal blade glowing faintly in the mist.
"That's more like it," he muttered, feeling the adrenaline course through him. Now, it was a real fight.
Cyrus's smirk grew as he squared off against the Autumn Toads, his aetheric sword humming with energy in his hand. The toads shifted uneasily, their bloated bodies swaying as their milky eyes fixed on him. Their mottled, slimy skin shimmered under the faint light filtering through the mist, their grotesque forms blending into the eerie landscape around them.
