Most of the time, guessing and being right could be considered lucky. This time, Yan had to say that he didn't feel lucky as he looked at the Boneclaw walking out from the mine on its two legs, its claws kicking up sparks as they scratched the stone beneath it.
It was massive.
The regular Boneclaws were the size of children, sometimes bigger.
The one walking out like an eagle right now was taller than Taub, and it was twice as wide.
Bony plates of armor covered its forehead, chest, back, and parts of its wings. Its flat face had blood dripping down onto the ground.
Yan had been right.
If it wasn't something native to the caves that had reduced the Boneclaws' numbers, the only other thing it could be was another Boneclaw. However, monsters of the same kind, especially ones who lived in groups like the Boneclaws, rarely indulged in cannibalism. They only did so during extreme conditions.
