The slums were alive with the sound of rustling feet and low growls. Hidden in the shadows, the thugs, a mix of centaurs, minotaurs, and other dangerous magical creatures, watched the lone traveler closely. Their eyes gleamed with malevolence as they stalked their prey, heavy magical weapons glowing faintly in their hands. These weapons were known to devour anything they touched, leaving nothing but emptiness in their wake.
Suddenly, they sprung into action. Hooves pounded the ground as the centaurs charged forward, their weapons slicing through the air, swallowing even the light around them. One centaur let out a triumphant snarl, swinging a massive blade that seemed to hum with hunger.
