The forest thinned out, revealing an almost eerily pristine clearing. Johan halted at its edge, peering through a veil of hanging moss. In the clearing's heart sat a monstrous toad. Unlike the others he'd encountered, this one was still, its gargantuan form at ease, its mottled skin seamlessly blending with the mossy floor. But what caught Johan's attention weren't its colossal size or its mottled skin; it was the triad of eyes adorning its head. The eyes moved independently yet synchronized, like celestial bodies tracing paths across the sky.
'Three eyes? Oh come on, Frogenheim! Really doubling down on the weird factor, aren't we?' Johan mused inwardly. Yet, as he observed, he felt an uncomfortable prickle on his neck, like a soft breath of winter cutting through the dungeon's humid warmth.
Johan shuffled slightly behind a tree, using its broad trunk as a barrier between him and the tri-eyed sentinel.
