Damon's breath hitched as his gaze locked onto the war troll standing across the quicksand.
Its grotesque, mud-covered body radiated raw power, its thick muscles rippling with every movement. Even at a glance, this was a Rank One monster. A creature of overwhelming brute force, built for destruction.
The last surviving goblin barely hesitated. Its red eyes darted between the troll and the chaos behind it—then, with a frantic yelp, it turned and fled into the forest, disappearing past the towering beasts as if seeking their mercy.
The war troll grinned.
The expression twisted its already hideous features into something even more monstrous.
Damon gritted his teeth. The only thing keeping them from being torn apart was the quicksand.
Evangeline's voice came from his side, tense and uncertain. "What do we do?"