The atmosphere was thick with tension as Ravger prowled closer, its massive frame casting shadows that seemed to devour the surrounding light. Its glowing red eyes locked onto Alyssia and Garrick, a cruel intelligence gleaming within them. Each step it took caused the ground to tremble, and the air itself seemed to hum with its presence.
Alyssia clenched her fists, her breathing shallow but steady. "We can't let it take him," she whispered, glancing at Garrick, who was already gripping his sword tightly.
"You think I don't know that?" Garrick shot back, his voice low but fierce.
Seraphina knelt by Kaelen's limp form, her hands trembling as she placed them on his chest. She was whispering something—a prayer, a plea—but the words were drowned out by the rumble of Ravger's growl. The creature's attention briefly shifted to her, its lips curling into what could only be described as a mocking sneer.
