The Monster Domain [2]

As Clinton’s bones lay hidden, an unseen presence lurked in the vast shadows of the Monster Domain.

Perched atop a twisted, jagged rock formation, a pair of predatory eyes gleamed through the gloom, fixated on the strange skeleton that had just entered its domain.

The Watcher in the distance.

The watcher did not breath, did not blink; it simply observed, its malicious intent veiled beneath an eerie stillness.

It was not human, not even close.

Its elongated body slithered across the stone, its many limbs shifting soundlessly, claws gripping the rock like a silent specter of death.

Black chitinous plates covered its form, a monstrous blend of insect and shadow, its mandibles clicking softly as if in contemplation.

This creature, a Night Reaver, was no ordinary beast.

It was an apex predator of the 2nd floor, a nightmare that thrived on hunting intelligent prey rather than mindless monsters.

It did not simply kill, it stalked, studied, and learned.