The humid air of the prehistoric floor was thick with tension. Johan's eyes darted around as he noted the fleeting shimmer between the cycads. 'Are those...?' his thought trailed off when Ken, eyes narrowing, pointed out the figures.
"They're not natural," Ken murmured, gesturing to the creatures' uncanny, glossy sheen.
Danny leaned in closer, squinting at one of the raptors. "They look like they're covered in oil," he said with a hint of disbelief.
As the trio observed, one of the velociraptors, possibly the leader, tilted its head, fixing its gaze on them. Its eyes, unlike a normal creature's, held a hypnotic swirl, reflecting the twisted nature of Frogenheim. 'They're creations of this place,' Johan realized.
Suddenly, a chilling, synchronized shriek cut through the air, making the very ground vibrate. It was a signal, a clarion call to the hunt, and Johan felt his heart rate spike. 'This isn't good.'
"No time to plan. Run!" Ken yelled, pushing Johan and Danny forward.
