The Lizardfolk Chieftain's face was tight with urgency—clearly, something had gone wrong at the Clan Stronghold. And now, seeing his people being hunted down, there was no way he could just stand by.
"Go! Hurry up and save him!"
The Lizardfolk warriors behind him didn't hesitate. At his command, they surged forward.
There were a lot of them, and once they tackled the monsters to the ground, three or four would gang up on each one, tearing into them with claws and teeth until they were shredded to pieces.
Ethan watched silently, his suspicions confirmed. Just as he thought—these were some of the most infamous parasitic monsters from the Xenobeasts.
But something didn't add up. These parasites weren't supposed to be anywhere near here. Their usual territory bordered Eastreach in Necroterra, tucked behind the Razorback Ridge. They'd often cross the mountains to harass the undead.
