The night was filled with the sound of despair.
It echoed in the narrow crevices of the rocky terrain, seeping into the bark of trees and the soil beneath, carrying the scent of fear and impending death.
They moved in perfect sync, their terrifyingly sharp claws and fangs rending through the shadows that dared to cross their path, their eyes a crimson glow against the night's cloak.
Each shadow they came across was dispatched with brutal efficiency, the shrill cries of their victims splitting the night, only to be smothered by the throaty growls of the beasts.
The shadows, once feared as the silent killers of the dark, were now the hunted, their forms dissolving into puffs of smoke as they met their untimely end.
The terrain around the base had turned into a macabre tableau of death.
