The fangeds charged after the illusions like mad dogs, their primal instincts overriding any sense of caution.
Some were hulking, beast-like monstrosities, their jaws dripping with saliva. But most weren't that big.
They moved almost mechanically, driven by a hunger that knew no bounds.
Their cries echoed through the crumbling streets, a discordant symphony of rage and bloodlust.
They seemed to have forgotten the tier-3 monster walking through the streets, despite the creature stomping and devouring them whenever it met them.
The creatures single-mindedly focused on the glowing apparitions.
That didn't last for long. The massive Venomshrike Horror emerged from the shadows, its colossal form blotting out the sky. Its eyes scanned the area with an eerie, predatory focus.
As it moved forward, its heavy footsteps shook the ground, sending small pieces of rubble skittering across the pavement.
