“(Damn. This guy’s mangled beyond recognition),” said one of the hellhounds. “(And after all that, his tail’s still intact).”
“(He is a Royal hellhound, after all),” said his companion. “(You don’t get to be king if you can’t fight like a beast or be a ruthless SOB).”
“(Yeah. I wouldn’t want to know what he’d do if he was capable of doing that to those monsters).”
The hellhound pointed towards a pile of corpses full of similarly mangled bodies of hellhounds. However, unlike this particular hellhound, their bodies were also twisted to the point it did not resemble a hellhound, only a visage of it. They pulled the normal-looking, yet mutilated, hellhound and set him beside a fire to dry him out to prevent further decaying.
“(The
