The night hung heavy over the
Darkshade Highlands, the air rich with the earthy scent of damp foliage and the faint metallic tang of blood. Yohan crouched low, his gaze locked on the pack of snarling beasts encircling him. The creatures were massive, their hulking frames covered in coarse fur that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. Their yellow eyes gleamed with primal malice, and their sharp teeth bared as low growls reverberated through the stillness.
These dog-like beasts were not ordinary predators—they were Shadow Hounds, known for their speed and cunning. Their sharp claws gleamed like polished steel, capable of shredding flesh and armour alike. Yohan's heart pounded, but he wasn't afraid; he had faced worse in his five days here. Still, the sheer number of them was troubling.