In the tunnel with blue bioluminescent mushrooms, a cave lizard lay quietly on the rocks. Not far in front of it was a greyish inch moth. The moth's protective coloration made it seem as if it were one with the surrounding stones, but its concealment couldn't escape the sharp eyes of the cave lizard.
It stared intently at the inch moth, slowly moving forward a step to avoid startling its winged prey. After a few heartbeats, it took another step, gradually closing the distance between them.
Close enough! Just as the cave lizard thought its next strike was almost guaranteed and was preparing to attack, a muddy hand suddenly grabbed it.
The hand twisted the cave lizard's neck, tearing off its head in one swift motion. Then, a wrinkled pair of lips pressed against the lizard's broken neck, sucking its blood hungrily.
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Miles took a long breath. The crimson blood flowed into his stomach, allowing the exhausted Drow Elf to feel the sensation of being alive once more.
