The entire group of ten walked slowly, a thick blanket of tension gripped the atmosphere as the monstrous growls and spine-chilling screeches reverberated through the air. Their own footsteps were mere whispers, overshadowed by the ominous thuds that seemed to draw closer with each passing second.
Ivan had already drawn Bloodhound, his grip on the hilt white-knuckled as they pressed forward. Roxxie had her bow at the ready, arrow nocked, their senses finely tuned, eyes scanning the eerie surroundings.
"Halt!" Ivy's command sliced through the air, halting the group's advance as she honed in on something.
"They're close," Lorson whispered, his heightened hearing catching the faintest of movements.
Then, without warning, from the far end of the desolate street, a horde of over a dozen nightmarish creatures burst into view. Each one was a unique abomination, seemingly more twisted and malevolent than the last.
