~Laurent
Calen didn’t speak right away — he only tilted his head slightly, as if he’d found something curious in a jar. His eyes caught the faint green light bleeding from the monster beside him.
Then he said it, soft enough that I almost thought I misheard.
“Bring me his head.”
The monster grinned and then moved before the sound even finished leaving his lips.
The ground shook under its weight. It wasn’t elegant like the arcanist’s constructs or mindless like the lower ranked beasts I’ve faced — it was raw, built of muscle and claw and breath. Each step sank inches into the earth. Its skin was a patchwork of scales and black hide, its shoulders wider than two men, its jaw filled with tusk-sized teeth that dripped steam.
A flash appeared in front of me.
[Enemy Identified: Abyssal Be
