How hard can it be to find one ugly-ass monster?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
An hour ago.
But, as always, my already non-existent luck decided to punch me in the face and run off laughing like the creepy bastard it was.
It's been over an hour since I made my plan, stepped out of that cave with Bearlo at my side, and started hunting down the freaky, skull-headed goat-baby thing that's supposed to eat me into the second layer.
And so far?
Nothing.
Not a whisper, a wail or even a cursed scent trail to follow.
That doesn't mean I haven't run into monsters.
Oh no.
This forest has plenty of those.
It's been throwing beasts at us like it's on some kind of eldritch clearance sale. Each one uglier than the last, as if they're competing in some "Who Can Make Rael Throw Up First" contest.
But none of them were the monster I needed to find.
