"There's something truly bizarre about these creatures, Mykon!" Layd Rigus exclaimed, his eyes blazing with intensity as he gazed upon the damages the beasts have done. Mykon Tarr, ever the enigmatic figure with his eye patch and stoic demeanor, arched a curious eyebrow, inviting his companion to explain.
"These are not the same fiends that assailed me on my treacherous quest to the perilous land of Foxxin!" Layd Rigus declared with fervor, his voice quivering with a mixture of awe and concern. Mykon, still puzzled, prodded for more information.
"But what's so unusual about them, Layd?" Mykon inquired, struggling to grasp the gravity of the situation.
With unwavering determination, Layd Rigus leaned in closer, his words laden with passion, "Mykon, these creatures are not only reminiscent of my tormentors, but I heard they are also moving in the same relentless, nightmarish packs as those that nearly claimed my life!"
