The massive Grimcrawler moves.
Its enormous claw shoots upward, intercepting Rion's attack with a force that reverberates through the chamber. Sparks fly as spear and claw collide, the sheer impact forcing Rion to skid backward. His eyes widen as he steadies himself, staring at the creature in disbelief.
"So," he mutters, his voice laced with grim amusement, "you're not completely immobile after all."
The Grimcrawler shifts slightly, its immense bulk settling as though preparing to rise. Its glowing eyes narrow, and for the first time, it lets out a guttural, resonating hiss—a sound that sends chills down the spines of every Vorran in the room.
And then it moves again.
