"Grrrr…"
Letting out low, predatory growls of hunger, the shadowmaws slowly closed in on the two youths.
Numbering in twelve, the dark creatures advanced cautiously towards them, almost as if gauging the strength of their enemy.
Their dark purple tendrils of energy simultaneously also grew by the second, indicating that they were preparing for a joint attack.
Considering they were B-ranked monsters with fairly average intelligence, they knew that rushing in, even after they hadn't been 'fed' for months now, was a reckless decision.
Especially when an unfamiliar yet terrifying wave of energy was also emanating from their prey.
But at the very least, the shadowmaws, with their primitively sharpened senses and intelligence, genuinely believed that they still had a bigger advantage over the youths in the darkness of the room.
