Damian had never seen a hellhound before. Well, he wasn't certain the creature was one, but it certainly seemed like it. What gave him that confidence was the burning golden key tattoo on its body.
He knew very well that the king of the underworld was after that key.
'How powerful is this creature?' thought Damian.
Damian had no idea of the creature's level of power. Was it stronger than him? One thing he was certain of: he needed to keep that hellhound away from the others in the camp!
Elrandir would surely have a chance against that monster, but the others were much too weak. However, even with Elrandir's help, Damian wanted to deal with this on his own.
This was his problem, and he would have to resolve it.
The hell-hound growled and ran towards him. Its movements were fast. It was difficult for Damian to keep up.
