'Alpha Beast…'
Rayven wasn't unfamiliar with the Beast Classifications. He was aware that above it were the Lord Beasts, and beyond that, no one had seen or heard about it yet.
He glanced at Drosk and the others, watching the fear in their eyes.
This wasn't like the Skitterfangs.
Even before a fight, their leader was already thinking about survival…
Soon, the goat-faced humanoid lowered itself to the pond's edge, dipping a clawed hand into the water. Then, the liquid seemed to rush toward its hand as if drawn to it.
"This…" Hale muttered as she realized that the creature was indeed not minding their presence.
It even let out a moan of satisfaction as the water was absorbed into its body…
Drosk clenched his jaw. "No sudden moves… We're not its target. If we provoke it, we're dead."
But the beast paused. Slowly, its crimson eyes shifted from the pond toward them.
"Shit… it noticed us." Victor muttered as he tightened his grip on his wrapped sword.
