[You have killed a Grimmjaw. You have gained +10000 XP].
[Congratulations! You have just reached level 102!]
Kaizen was surprised to hear the voice in his head. He had been so focused on staying alive that he hadn't even counted how many Grimmjaws he had already killed, nor how many levels he was gaining.
Grimmjaws were unique creatures from a region near the capital of Vrikhodour, and they used to have bulky, muscular bodies covered in scaly skin that was dark as night. Their sharp claws were long and curved, capable of tearing through the flesh of their prey with ease. But a Grimjaw's head was their most fearsome aspect, for they possessed elongated skulls with wide jaws and sharp, jagged teeth. Their eyes glowed with an intense red light that emanated a sinister, supernatural glow, and sharp spikes sprouted from the top of their heads, forming a spiky ridge that extended to the back of their necks.
