As the Bog Ravager emerged from the depths of the swamp, Cruzer tightened his grip on the Abyssal Shardblade, feeling the hum of dark energy coursing through it.
He studied the creature before him—its hulking form dripping with swamp muck, algae clinging to its hide like armor.
The Ravager's sickly green eyes glowed with a malevolent light, each gaze feeling as though it could pierce through the thick fog, locking onto his soul.
The Ravager let out a guttural roar, its mouth stretching impossibly wide, revealing rows of jagged teeth slick with swamp filth.
Muscles coiled under its scaled, oily hide, every inch of its massive frame poised to strike. Cruzer could feel the ground tremble as the creature took a lumbering step forward, disturbing the murky waters with a wave of filth. It was watching him, sizing him up, like a predator gauging its prey.
