The Summons' Massacre

The air was thick with the stench of blood and fear. The forest, once alive with the sounds of nature, had been replaced with the agonized screams of dying men.

Cerbe, the Three-Headed Hound, moved like a force of nature, its three sets of jaws tearing through flesh and bone without hesitation. The crimson glow in its eyes burned with primal rage as it chased down its terrified prey.

This was the command from its summoner and it intended to fulfill it to the best of its abilities.

The men who had fled from the battle at the tree hideout were now running for their lives, panting and stumbling over roots and uneven ground.

But no matter how fast they ran, Cerbe was faster.

One of the men barely had time to react before Cerbe's left head snapped its powerful jaws around his leg, yanking him off his feet.

"Ahhhhh—"