"It knows we are here!" Pentaro's voice, tinged with terror and urgency, pierced the forest's thick canopy.
Without hesitation, he leaped to his feet, and bolted away ignited with a determination to survive, and the others, followed his lead.
Their feet pounded the earth, a rhythmic percussion of desperation, as they charged through the dense woods. Each step became a leap, a bound over short trees and tangled branches, a dance of resilience in the face of imminent peril.
Below them, the Snile, a malevolent entity that hunted by the very rhythm of their breath, wailed in a sinister cadence. "Haaaa." Its guttural cry echoed through the forest, a chilling symphony of pursuit.
The group, ensnared by the predator's newfound awareness, had nowhere to hide. The Snile executed a sinister movement that left them agape in astonishment. It surged into the sky, defying the very laws of nature, and as it descended to the earth, a bizarre transmutation occurred.
