MYSTIC MOUNTAIN: WOLPERTINGER

The demonic creature, a master of deception and evasion, led them through dense undergrowth and treacherous terrain. Every branch that snapped underfoot, every rustle of leaves, heightened their senses, knowing that the beast could attack at any moment. It was a relentless chase, each step taking them deeper into the labyrinthine woods.

Finally, the beast found refuge, burrowing itself into the ground with only its antlers protruding—a silent taunt to the group, a signal that the fight was far from over. Jack’s keen eyes scanned the area, deciphering the position of its hidden body with practiced precision.

"We can't attack its antlers!" Jack reminded, his voice cutting through the tense silence. He circled the beast, his mind mapping out the creature's likely position beneath the earth.

"The body must be here. Let us try to attack with our swords. Archers on standby. Swordsmen, let's attack here," Jack instructed, pointing decisively.