As the sun touched down on the horizon, the clouds shifted their colour to a deep orange and red.
*Swish. Swish. Swish.*
Over the dense canopy of the visceral forest, a small red imp glided silently above the towering trees.
*Shh.*
"Hmm...?"
The imp's eyes narrowed. Something had moved in the distance.
Without wasting another second, he shot towards it.
Below, a monster prowled through the undergrowth, lizard-like in shape, yet several times larger than any ordinary one. Long claws scraped against the earth. Three thick tails swept behind it. Thousands of old scars carved across its body like a map of past battles. But now, It was searching for food.
"Okay."
The imp touched the iron ring on his finger. In an instant, the skin of both his hands transformed — hardening, darkening, shifting into solid iron.
*Tang. Tang. Tang. Tang.*
He slammed his hands together, producing a sharp, ringing sound that cut through the forest air.
"Hissss...?"
