The Hydra arrived first, its nine heads visible above the wasteland's rock formations long before its massive body came into full view.
Its nostrils flared as they caught the scent of fresh blood carried on the wind.
From Jack's elevated position atop the corpse pile, he could see the creature approaching with perfect clarity.
Stormfang appeared moments later, approaching from a different angle with considerably more caution.
The Blessed One flew in wide circles two hundred feet above the ground, those star-bright eyes tracking every detail of the scene below. The dragon had clearly learned from the arrow bombardment.
It maintained distance, evaluated threats, and refused to commit to any position that might leave it vulnerable.
Precisely the kind of enemy that would make this hunt enjoyable.
The Hydra reached the corpse pile first, its nine heads spreading into a fan as it approached.
The creature moved carefully, but was being driven forward by more immediate concerns.
