Eryndor yelled at the top of his lungs to let everyone know the current statistics of the beasts, and ran towards his own section of beasts.
One hundred eighty, divided by six, that was thirty beasts per section.
Valentina's section was counted because her beasts would be funneled towards Eryndor from the back.
That was sixty beasts for him.
As he arrived at his location, he could already see around twenty eight beasts heading his way.
Of course it wouldn't be exactly thirty for every section.
Eryndor stood alone within the walls of the maze, his figure veiled in an eerie stillness.
A wave of unnatural fear rippled through the herd as they got close. Their hooves hesitated, their eyes wide with primal dread.
They felt it.
Their instincts screamed what their minds could not voice—this being was not a prey. Not a predator. Something else.
Something above.
Something greater.
Eryndor's gaze was calm, analytical. His breath didn't falter.
