Damon immediately got prepared to dodge the attack, but before he could activate Shadowstep, the beast was already in front of him, a sleek pitch black panther. Its eyes golden in color. It mauled him in the chest before vanishing into smoke right in front of his eyes.
Damon stumbled back, blood splattered from his torn chest, soaking into his clothes. He gritted his teeth, quickly becoming alert once again. What the hell was happening? He knew every beast in this dungeon, the mobs, the elites, and the final boss. Every single one. This panther was not in the list. So why was it here?
It was stronger. It was faster, and its mastery of shadow magic was at another level. Then a thought struck Damon. Perhaps it was also an evolved beast? Or a beast on the verge of evolution to tier 2? That was the only thing that could explain its strength, speed, and power.
