The beast, a hulking creature with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, was about to pounce on Gwendolyn. Just as it gathered its strength for the attack, it suddenly stopped in its tracks.
It watched as the woman collapsed on the ground in shock, her body trembling with exhaustion and fear. But it wasn't her vulnerable state that made the beast halt. There was something else, a presence or force that commanded its attention, causing it to hesitate and reconsider its attack.
The beast snarled softly, its eyes darting around, sensing something unseen and powerful. Something familiar. It sniffed the air, the faint smell of magic and smoke wafting toward it.
It growled, baring its teeth and lowering its head in a threatening manner. Its eyes glowed brighter, and it let out a deafening roar, warning any potential intruders to stay away.
