An apex jaguar emerged from the shadows, its eyes gleaming with clarity and intelligence, unlike the vacant stares of the other mindless beasts. It scanned the chamber, calculating its next victim carefully.
Panic and dread immediately set in the chamber. This new monster was probably at the peak of 6-star difficulty, just a half-step below the dreaded 7-star realm.
The four strongest adventurer groups were already locked in a matter with their own undead Jaguars.
Sir Jon, momentarily distracted, took one of the Jaguars' savage swipes to the chest. The beast's claws tore through his armor, leaving a deep gash—but thankfully, the blow was mostly absorbed, resulting in little more than a flesh wound.
It took the combined strength and cooperation of the Knights to keep the Jaguar occupied. They didn't have the luxury to help or even lend one of their men to anyone else but themselves.
