Flame Bear -
The tension among the soldiers was rising like steam off hot steel.
The flame bear loomed closer—each thunderous step a hammer blow to the hearts of those in formation. The creature's blazing hide crackled and hissed, embers dripping from its fur like molten rain.
Kelvor Dask stood in the defensive line, shield in hand, sweat pouring down his face. He was young, barely past his first campaign. And now, he was staring death in the eyes.
His grip trembled.
His instincts screamed at him to run. Who in their right mind would fight a creature like this? A walking inferno. A beast of burning rage.
He wasn't the only one feeling that terror. It was evident in the eyes of many—seasoned fighters who'd stared down men, not monsters.
Kelvor took one hesitant step back.
Then—
A voice cut through the panic like a blade.
