As the next wave of beasts emerged, an uneasy silence blanketed the makeshift encampment where Lyerin and his tribe prepared themselves.
Gregor, with his injured arm bandaged, stood among them, a determined expression etched into his face despite his lingering injuries.
Krisella glanced at him and then shifted her eyes back to Lyerin.
Lucas and his government associates, dressed in polished suits and carrying high-tech weaponry, stood slightly back, observing with a mixture of awe and apprehension.
The ground trembled as another massive creature prowled into view.
This one looked unlike any they'd encountered before.
It was sinewy yet muscular, its skin covered in dark, armor-like scales that caught the sparse light, casting eerie shadows across its grotesque, horned face.
Its breath puffed out in hot, visible blasts, carrying a stench of rot that permeated the air, making the tribe members cringe.
Lyerin narrowed his eyes.
