North Side - Open Forest
Razeal stood still silent, unblinking, and fully guarded.
His gaze was locked onto the monstrous hound before him, a beast cloaked in heat and menace. The atmosphere between them was heavy, like the moments before a thunderclap.
"System," he spoke internally, voice calm but tightly controlled. "What's the primary attack method of this thing?"
[Response: Predominantly physical. Sharp claws and nails imbued with extreme internal heat averaging 800°C. Its teeth maintain a consistent surface temperature between 700 to 1000 degrees Celsius. Additional attacks include headbutts, charged leaps, and body slams extremely lethal due to its hardened, blade like exoskeleton.]
Razeal's thoughts churned, yet his focus never wavered from the hound's searing gaze. The two locked eyes like predators sizing each other up, waiting for the faintest twitch.