The old men were frozen in terror, their bodies betraying them as they faced the unknown. Sweat dripped down their wrinkled faces, their hearts pounding in their chests like war drums.
Every fiber of their being screamed danger. The air around them was thick with the aura of death, the looming presence of the figure with those terrifying golden orbs cutting through the dusty haze that had enveloped the cave like a suffocating shroud.
The once dim cave, their refuge for countless years, now felt like a deathtrap. They could feel it in their bones... something ancient, something powerful beyond their comprehension was standing before them. Their breaths came in short, ragged bursts, the weight of fear pressing down on them.
The figure stepped forward, emerging from the swirling dust cloud with slow, deliberate strides. As the dust began to settle, the outline of the figure became clearer.
