Leonardo's heart pounded in his chest as he crawled forward, his gloved hands scraping against the rough cave floor.
The darkness pressed in around him, but thanks to the tips he had cut from his gloves, he could still feel his way forward.
Every time he stumbled or fell, he forced himself to get up quickly, driven by a mixture of fear and determination.
Finally, he found a rock large enough to conceal his body and pressed himself against it, trying to catch his breath.
His mind raced as he tried to process the situation. "He said east," Leonardo muttered to himself, recalling the stranger's instructions. But how was he supposed to distract the massive creature?
He peered around the rock, his eyes widening as he saw the Donrolf drinking from the pool of water at the far end of the cave.
The beast's multiple eyes lowered to the surface, lapping up the glowing liquid with long, forked tongues. The sight was both mesmerizing and terrifying.
