Story 84: The Night of the Cursed Pride

In the heart of the jungle, where the shadows are long and the night is alive with the calls of unseen creatures, there lived a lion unlike any other. This was no ordinary king of beasts, but a creature of dark magic, cursed to roam the night with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural light, and its roar sent chills down the spines of even the bravest hunters.

Few had survived an encounter with the cursed lion, and those who did were never the same, haunted by the memory of its fangs and claws, the way it moved with a predatory grace, its mane as black as the abyss. Stories of the beast spread far and wide, filling villages with fear as nightfall approached.