Between the leafless trees of the gloomy forest, that large beasts' silhouette emerged, moving with a measured grace that belied the enormity of it's power. Each of it's steps was deliberate and unhurried as it slowly advanced near the group with a low growling sound, which was full of bloodlust, emerging from it's mouth.
Even the very air seemed to ripple as it advanced, a quiet storm of hysterical spiritual energy gathering around that beast. Dusts lifted in it's wake, caught in the wake of unseen forces. When Ashmus saw that beast, he felt his heart skip several beats and all his hairs stood on it's ends.
A monstrous creature with obsidian scales that seemed to absorb the very light around it, its eyes glowed a malevolent shade of scarlet, reflecting the insatiable thirst for blood that fueled its existence.