A blur of white came out of the undergrowth. Fur took one of the monsters in his hands and dragged it back into the undergrowth.
Belialthorn chuckled as he saw the bewildered look on their faces. Even Fur could be dramatic at times. The leader swiped at Belialthorn and he easily dodged, moving backward and slowly luring it forward.
He wanted the leader far from the others.
So he kept walking backward and the leader was getting frustrated too as he kept dancing around its spear. Belialthorn smiled at it and the monster leaped forward in anger, speaking a strange language.
Belialthorn wasn't surprised that they spoke. He now had full confirmation that they were from Aetheria and not some special monster.
Fur's skeleton body and clothes were covered in yellow blood as he finally appeared again. He spoke beneath the fleshy mask on his face. "They are weak! Take them out!"
