The beast also skidded to a halt, its golden eyes burning through the mist like twin lanterns of hate. It slowed, its massive claws clicking against the stone as it realized the hunt had reached its dead end.
its massive claws carving deep, jagged furrows into the cliffside stone. It stood a mere ten paces from Sol, its matted black fur bristling like a collection of daggers. The beast's golden eyes weren't just fixed on Sol; they were locked onto the Pale Moon flower clutched in his hand.
The flower seemed to pulse in synchronization with the rising moon, casting a silvery-crimson glow that reflected in the beast's hungry, molten pupils.
Sol stood perfectly still, his heels hovering over the churning violet mist of the ravine, the abyss behind him felt like a living entity, practically whispering his name in a voice made of cold wind and ancient silence.
