The forest lay in eerie silence, the faint rustle of leaves barely audible over the heavy tension that filled the air. Lyerin's steps were light but purposeful as he ventured deeper into the unknown. His tattered clothes clung to his body, still damp with blood from the previous battle, but his face bore no signs of weariness. Instead, it was illuminated by a growing smile, a harbinger of the chaos he sought.
And then, he found them.
A cluster of monstrous creatures emerged from the shadows of the dense woods, their forms grotesque and unnatural. Each stood tall on hind legs, their skin a patchwork of scales and fur, pulsating with veins glowing faintly with eldritch energy. Their eyes were hollow yet alive, filled with a cold, calculating malice. There were five of them, each radiating an aura that promised destruction.
