In that moment, Vanessa's breath was caught in her throat.
On her left, the monstrous moving shadow behind the treelines emerged.
A snake, massive, so big that looking into its reptilian eyes forced Vanessa to tilt her head up fully.
As it came out of the shadow, its scaled hide rasped against the stone with a grating metallic scrape, like countless blades dragged slowly across the ground. Each hiccup of this sound froze Vanessa from head to toe, as if she were listening to the sound of death approaching.
Gandr hissed and towered over Vanessa, his lips curling in wicked delight.
Dwelling in the shadow of the lustrous trees ahead of her was an even bigger silhouette—eyes glowing gold of the purest gold. Accompanying it was the sound of whistling sand whooshing left and right like tendrils of chaos.
But once the creature emerged, Vanessa was surprised to see that it was a small black cat.
Compared to Gandr, this black cat doesn't look menacing at all.
