I let out a shaky breath, letting my sword drop to my side.
"Let's—"
ROOOOOOOOAR!
A massive roar exploded from outside the cave, so loud it shook the walls, sent stones falling from the ceiling, made my bones vibrate.
Slowly, I turned my head away from Shax's lifeless body and looked toward the cave mouth.
The dim light from the forest had been completely blotted out by a wall of dark, writhing figures.
They weren't hounds or wolves we had encountered so far.
They looked like bipedal reptiles, standing hunched over on thick, digitigrade legs.
Their bodies were covered in jagged, obsidian-black scales that seemed to swallow the light, and their arms ended in elongated, scythe-like bone blades that scraped against the stone floor with every step... each drag of those blades a slow, deliberate sound, like a knife being sharpened against stone.
Multiple eyes that were glowing that familiar sickly corruption-green.
Scytheclaws? Words formed in my mind automatically.
