Stella's breath caught in her throat as the monstrous creature loomed closer, its glowing eyes reflecting a hunger she had only seen in nightmares. Bryan stood his ground, firing another round into the beast's chest, but it barely slowed its advance. The bullets seemed to have no effect.
"We need a different strategy!" Stella shouted, her voice echoing through the mountains.
Bryan's face was tense, his jaw set. "I'm open to suggestions!"
The beast growled again, louder this time, as if mocking their efforts. Its claws, long and razor-sharp, scraped the ground as it took another step forward. Stella could feel the dark energy pulsing from it, suffocating, making it harder to think. This wasn't just a mindless beast—it was a creature of pure darkness, twisted by the very forces they were fighting.
"We can't fight this thing head-on," she muttered, her mind racing. "We need to outsmart it."
