Somewhere in the valley, there was a long-lasting chaos unfolding in the Stone Tree Ground.
A considerable amount of heirachies had been wiped out, and well, the battle was visibly at its final stages.
The Grey Stone Monkey Lord did not go down easy.
That much had been clear from the moment Lyra first laid eyes on it at the back of the east territory, sitting elevated on a natural rock formation with the last of its Generals arranged in a loose protective cluster around it.
It was larger than the Generals by a considerable margin, its stone-grey hide thicker and more textured, and it watched the three of them approach with the particular intelligence that Boss-level monsters sometimes carried.
The kind that made you aware it was calculating something. Sizing things up. Deciding how much of a threat you were before committing to a response.
Nightmare didn't care about the calculating.
