[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: The Great Forest]
Grimm's eyes adjusted immediately.
The fog, the low light, the distortion of the forest—it all meant very little to him. The shapes rushing toward him resolved cleanly into two distinct forms. They came in fast, leaping through the air with snarls tearing from their throats. They were smaller than a human, hunched and powerful, built like overgrown monkeys with broad shoulders and long arms. Bright red fur bristled along their bodies, bright in the dead forest, and their emerald eyes burned with ferocity. Long, scaly black tails lashed behind them, sharp teeth bared as they closed the distance.
What struck Grimm as odd—briefly—was that both clutched crude weapons. Odd, bone-like implements, sharpened and stained, raised overhead as they screamed and stabbed downward in a reckless move.
"WRAAAH!"
The sound barely registered.
Grimm lifted a single gauntleted hand.
