The knight was named Alric—a disciplined and proud warrior who carried himself with a quiet authority. Though only at the adept level, his noble lineage and polished skills made him a respected figure within Westlite Academy. He had a reputation for strict training and high expectations.
Lyra's group moved cautiously, weapons ready, but there was no sign of danger. Fifteen minutes passed, and still, they hadn't encountered a single monster.
"This is… strange," Calen muttered, scanning the dense foliage. "Usually, you can tell what kind of monsters you'll face by the dungeon's environment. But this one feels… mixed."
Just as they began to wonder if the place was empty, movement flickered at the edge of their vision. Out from between the trees stepped a small pack of sleek, catlike monsters. Their fur glistened faintly with a greenish sheen, and their eyes shone bright yellow in the filtered light.
Behavioral Note: Pack hunters typically patrol small territories.
