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Erik looked across the sun-baked grassland, a never-ending sea of green waves fluttering in the wind. The hissing of the Venomstrike Packstalkers rang menacingly behind him, accented by the loud rustle of grass as the monsters chased their human prey.

Erik sprinted through the tall grass, his pulse beating in his ears and adrenaline driving his limbs. He took a quick look behind him and saw at least forty of the terrible, green-scaled animals.

Their sleek bodies blended in with the greenery, giving the impression that they were fatal apparitions. Their sharp, predatory eyes betrayed a lethal will to kill.

A shriek from his right immediately sent him alert. A Packstalker lunged at him, his talons dripping with venom.