A boy with green hair and dark brown eyes crouched behind a pillar. His breathing was shallow, and his body was pressed flat against the cold stone of a tall pillar.
The ruins around him stretched endlessly.
Cracked pillars thick as trees, collapsed halls where ceilings had decades ago, and the broken remains of a fallen demon lord's domain. Everything here had once belonged to someone powerful.
Now it belonged to nothing but beasts and scavengers.
And people like him.
A growl sounded behind it.
It was heavy, deep. The kind of sound that made prey freeze in their tracks.
The boy slipped behind the pillar without panic, without hesitation.
His movements were practiced. Efficient. He'd been in this situation a thousand times already.
A Behemoth stepped into view.
Thirty feet tall. Thick, matted fur clinging to muscle. Its size alone was enough to crush stone beneath its feet.
Its breath came out in wet snorts, and its eyes scanned the ruins with dull movements.
