Findir stood over the fallen creature, his body trembling from the exertion and the pain of his injuries. He had taken another hefty hit during the fight, but he had minimized the damage as much as he could. His side burned where the bear's claws had raked him, but he was still standing.
Two monsters down. One more to go.
Findir wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes narrowing as the final beast lumbered into view. This one was different—more cautious, more deliberate in its movements. Its hulking form was covered in thick, stone-like scales, and it moved with a cold, calculated purpose that the previous two monsters lacked. Its beady eyes, glowing a faint orange, followed his every movement as it stalked closer.
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