The forest was alive with motion.Every roar and clash of steel sent flocks of black birds screaming into the night. Every death lit the dark with bursts of red and gold light.
Somewhere beyond the ruins of the millipedes' nests, a new sound joined the chaos — pounding footsteps, the sound of pursuit.
The Dire Wolf
A blur of silver tore through the trees.The Dire Wolf — taller than a man even while crouched — ran like wind given flesh. Each bound crushed roots beneath its claws, and the twin horns on its head shimmered with a pulsing red glow, like embers ready to erupt.
Three players fled through the darkness, their breaths sharp and desperate."Keep moving!" one shouted.
The beast howled — and the air itself trembled. Then its horns ignited.From the tips burst twin waves of compressed air, glowing crimson, ripping through the forest like invisible blades.
Trees exploded into splinters. The players dove for cover behind fallen trunks.
