Sylara stepped carefully down the crumbling stone stairs, her eyes narrowing as she peered into the darkness below. She could still hear the unsettling sound of the chimeras munching away at the bodies of the fallen corrupted orcs above. It was a gruesome sight, but she knew Draven would need her—and them—so she turned her head and called back to the creatures.
"Oi, you lot! Stop munching for a second!" Her voice carried authority, tinged with annoyance. The chimeras, with their grotesque forms and dark energy, reluctantly stopped, their glowing eyes fixing on her.
Sylara rolled her eyes and gestured for them to follow. "Come on, Draven might need us. No time for a snack break, you ugly bastards."
