Sol simply dropped from the sky, like a descending god of vengeance.
He had tracked these cowards for nearly twenty minutes through the dense jungle canopy, moving silently from branch to branch.
The trail of their panicked flight and the sickening scent of fresh human blood had made them easy to follow.
Now he landed directly in their escape path with a heavy, earth-shaking thud, cracking the ground beneath his boots. Golden essence flickered around his silhouette for a brief moment before fading.
The lanky monsters skidded to a halt in the mud, their slit-mouth peeled back in pure shock, revealing rows of yellow needle-teeth stained with fresh blood. But the most disgusting sight was what they still held between those jagged teeth… broken human arms and legs.
