In the eerie depths of the swamp, the beastman's predatory gaze remained fixed on the tranquil lake's surface, as if he had already locked onto Emily's concealed location. He stood there, a vigilant sentinel amidst the murky waters, waiting for her emergence. His towering form, covered in golden fur and bearing the fierce visage of a lion, exuded a commanding presence. In his grasp, he clutched two menacing daggers, poised for action.
But below the surface, the oppressive weight of the swamp's waters and the dwindling supply of life-giving air compelled Emily to act urgently. She transformed into a blur, racing against the relentless countdown within her own lungs. The word "Plan" reverberated through her mind like a lifeline, chanted as a mantra as she ventured deeper into the dark depths.
