(3rd Person POV)
The dense foliage rustled ominously as the defenders tightened their grips on their weapons, the weariness of battle etched on their faces.
The night, already thick with the torrential downpour, seemed to swallow the scant light from their torches, casting elongated shadows that danced with a life of their own.
Amidst this, a chilling realization dawned upon them: they were not alone.
From the depths of the evolved Jungoria, emerged creatures of nightmare, their forms distorted by The Mist into something out of a dark fairy tale.
First among them was the Shadow Prowler Panther, its sleek body almost indistinguishable from the night itself, save for the occasional glint of its eyes that reflected a sinister intelligence.
It moved with a predatory grace, a whisper in the darkness, its presence only betrayed by the softest rustle of leaves underfoot.
