Old city of Valenthrial

[Old District - Valenthrial, 1 PM]

The sun loomed high in the sky, casting long, wavering shadows through the streets of the Old District.

The usual midday lull had settled over the area, with merchants sitting in their Shops, workers dozing against walls.

Then came the disturbance.

A sound.

Deep, rhythmic pounding against the streets.

It was the sound of something heavy. Something unnatural.

Heads turned.

Brows furrowed.

The usual apathy of the Old District's residents gave way to wary curiosity as eyes followed the echoing footsteps of a monstrous figure making its way into the heart of the district.

What they saw made even the most hardened criminals falter.

A massive beast, pale and grotesque, its six legs dragging it forward with uneven steps.

Blood stained its matted fur—dark, fresh, reeking of iron and death.

It was not alone.

Upon its broad back sat two figures.