Lyerin's footsteps were silent as he approached the abandoned sanctuary, the moonlight casting long shadows across the desolate landscape.
The building, once a haven of peace and protection, now stood in ruins, its walls crumbling, its roof partially collapsed.
The eerie quiet of the afternoon light was broken only by the faint sounds of the eldritch fleshers, their guttural growls and heavy breathing echoing through the afternoon air.
As he drew closer, Lyerin noticed a crowd of humanoid hulking horses gathered near the entrance.
The creatures were massive, their bodies twisted and grotesque, resembling a horrifying blend of man and beast.
Their eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light, and their muscles rippled under their scarred skin as they prowled around the sanctuary.
But something about their behavior caught Lyerin's attention.
