Author’s POV:
Rows of gremlins stand at the ready on the edge of the forest, their faces skewed in hunger as their eyes take in all the walking, breathing souls ready for their consumption. Their eyes glow with emptiness against the dark sky, their skin is rough and scratched from their journey to the battle and their posture ready for the attack. With just a simple command from their master, they would begin their blood-thirsty run towards a feast they have been waiting years for.
“What are those things?” A voice gasps from the dragon-folk. The sight of these other-worldly creatures has the soldiers trembling with unease as they slow their run and look at each other in confusion. The dragon armies have fought many battles, but never in their existence have they come across such vile-l
