With his
The creature's presence oozed malevolence, its decaying form a grotesque manifestation of death's relentless grip. Shinon's heart raced, his senses heightened by a surge of determination that burned brighter than ever.
"If that's not an Alpha, then I don't know what is," Shinon mumbled. "Guess I would need to have a talk with Sable about her scout's reliability."
The Necrognasher let out a bone-chilling growl, its eyes fixed upon Shinon with a predatory glint. Its massive bone sword gleamed with a sinister aura as it swung toward him, a deadly arc aimed to cleave him in two.
Shinon's muscles tensed, and he moved with uncanny swiftness, evading the blade's path by a hair's breadth.
