The sounds of explosion ensued in the valley.
Thunderous and deafening, at the same time full of rhythm and intensity. The sound of the revolver echoed across the valley like the heartbeat of a slumbering beast.
Ravenous Lizards after the other fell at every beat and tempo of the revolver.
Like a death sonata was being played, the revolver erupted into a salvo of death and madness.
Desther sauntered forward, his steps measured and immaculate. With each step, triggers would be pulled. Each pull of the revolver's trigger claims a Ravenous Lizard's life.
The feast became chaotic. The Ravenous Lizards hissed in anger and denial as their comrades fell at every echo of the bullet.
Akin to the song of death, the Ravenous Lizards moved and dashed toward Desther with maddening resolve.
Their purpose clear and deliberate. For the life that was harvested, a life shall be claimed in return.
Unfortunately, what they were facing was no ordinary creature.
