When it came to mythical creatures, I thought I'd seen enough to qualify for a gold medal in "Absurdly Dangerous Beasts Olympics." That was until I met this thing.
I stood at the edge of the clearing, my breath fogging up the cool night air as Agnos, in his sleek purple cat form, darted and weaved through the lush trees.
His fur shimmered under the moonlight as if coated with liquid starlight, his claws glowing faintly with residual magic.
Opposite him stood a pale, gaunt creature cloaked in inky shadows, its face an unnerving blend of angular sharpness and hollow despair. Its hollow eyes locked onto Agnos, following every feint and counterattack.
The creature was a nightmare, the kind you hope is just a figment of some over-imaginative author's horror story. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't.
I stood several paces away, sweat slicking my palms as I clutched a useless enchanted net.
