Damon froze because what he saw was not uncommon, but still surprising to witness in this particular region, especially with Valerion merely a week away and the Ravenscroft domain so close.
These creatures walked on all fours, their slick black scales glistening in the dim light. Long, whip-like tails lashed behind them, claws as long as daggers dug furrows into the ground, and sharp fangs more than capable of biting through steel armor flashed in the shadows.
Their monstrous strength and speed were such that they could rip a grown man in half with relative ease.
Their eyes held that same spark of murderous intellect Damon had once read about.
"Lesser demons," he whispered.
And from the looks of it… they were just the start.
Damon gripped the bars of the cage and, with a soft snap, broke them apart. Croft and Scar shot out immediately—one in a burst of black feathers, the other darting away with a flick of a bushy tail.
