Forest Of Nemares.
Silence blanketed the wilderness, save for the occasional rustling of leaves and distant howls. A creature moved swiftly through the underbrush, its head resembling that of a monkey, yet its body twisted and unnaturally strong. Its eyes gleamed with curiosity and malice as it followed closely behind a larger figure—another beast, similar to a werebeast but different, with a strange, almost eerie presence.
They traversed the woods in silence, the lead beast moving with calculated purpose.
The monkeylike werebeast glanced around, occasionally scratching its head and sniffing the air. It had only recently emerged from the Awakened Ruin, summoned to this world by forces it roughly understood, but it knew enough to recognize danger and power. And whatever guided it through this forest was powerful—far more powerful than those four idiots who called themselves kings.
