While Samiel lay unconscious in the treacherous forest, the world around him seemed to hold its breath. The towering trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant hoot of an oowl and the rustling of leaves underfoot.
In this dangerous place, defenseless and alone, Samiel's body lay sprawled on the ground. His clothes were torn and dirt-stained, evidence of the fierce battle he had fought. His face, once filled with determination, now bore the marks of exhaustion and pain.
Shtir... Shtir...
Unbeknownst to Samiel, the scene around him was about to take a sinister turn.
Shtir... Shtir...
From the shadows emerged creatures similar to the one he had just defeated.
"Grrr..."
Drawn by the scent of blood and the echoes of the fallen monster's screech, they approached with predatory intent.
Pound-!
Pound-!
