The stuff legends are made of

The shock of the alpha's death sent the other dogs scurrying, but they were hardly the only obstacles in their path. As Nero ran through the grass, his flames freezing their long stems and shattering them, he was suddenly assaulted by a few strands of seemingly ordinary grass.

They weren't even cursed. It was just that these individual blades of grass seemed to have the ability to sense prey. Unfortunately for them, their senses failed them today, as Nero's fires were not forgiving.

Yet while the grass froze before it even touched him, Nero realised the danger this presented not for him, but for the rest. If they were suddenly attacked by the grass around them, they might not be as protected as him.

"Watch out for the grass!" he yelled as he began waving his spear like a scythe, cutting out a much wider path for everyone to follow.