Watching the death of the Gravelord Basilisk, the four Gravemind Devourers released a piercing shriek that echoed across the battlefield.
The sound was harsh, furious, and almost mournful.
It was as if they were enraged at the sight of their powerful minion being slaughtered so easily.
Thoren kept his eyes locked on them, carefully observing their strange behavior with a solemn expression.
Something about their reaction bothered him.
His instincts told him the battle was far from over.
Even though more than half of the Gravemind Devourers' minions had already been slain, the four beasts themselves did not try to join the battle.
They simply watched from atop the rocks, unmoving, their grotesque bodies pulsating slowly as if they were thinking.
That could only mean one thing.
They still had more beasts under their control.
And just as Thoren had suspected, movement suddenly stirred behind the jagged rock formation.
A pack of wolves emerged from the shadows.
