Swarmed

The air was sharp, piercing my lungs with each breath as I stood at the precipice of Razor Peak. 

Before me, the treacherous terrain stretched out, a desolate expanse of jagged rocks and biting cold. 

But it was not the landscape that held my attention; it was the mass of savage shapes emerging from the mists, their monstrous forms etched against the stark backdrop.

Twenty. 

There were twenty of them, the Wu Longs, their intimidating forms coalescing into a formidable swarm. I could make out the vicious curve of their talons, the lethal gleam of their scales, and the smoky exhalation from their nostrils, hanging heavy in the frigid air. 

Each one was a beast of considerable strength, a formidable adversary on its own. Together, they were a tempest of impending violence, a force to be reckoned with.