The knight fell, his head smashed flat and his armor scattered across the ground.
The warrior fell too, his greatsword stuck in the ground, his body snapped in half.
The longbow shattered. The arrogant ranger braced herself on both hands, plunged deep into despair.
The hunt had begun with full confidence, but in less than thirty seconds, the roles had been reversed: the hunters became the hunted, and the victims became the aggressors.
The stench of death began to spread. Dark radiance coiled around the hideous ghostly figure nearby, which stood perfectly still.
As the last remaining mage trembled and began casting a forbidden spell, she suddenly realized that the monster before her...
seemed to be shaking even more than she was.
