In the dense forest, the echoing screech of a Ragler pierced the silence. It raced between the trees, its chilling call drawing the attention of numerous other Raglers, who swiftly rallied to its side.
The tranquil ambiance was soon shattered by the sharp report of a gunshot. A bullet raced with deadly precision towards the lead Ragler, finding its mark in the creature's head. The force of the shot sent the Ragler into a violent tumble, a mix of dirt and its distinct blue blood spraying upwards in the aftermath.
With a determined stance, Micah kept his firearm trained, releasing another shot into the pursuing horde before resuming his frantic escape. A chorus of vengeful screeches followed him. "SALAZAR!" His voice rang out, desperate for an ally. Looking skyward, the moon's radiant glow illuminated the scene. Perched on a tree branch, silhouetted by the lunar light, was a figure, taking aim in his direction.
