Fierce Hearts, Small Hands

The air inside the cave was damp and heavy, the tension thick among the students.

They slowly began to stir, waking up one by one, confusion and fear clouding their minds.

Melcin stood in the middle of the cave, his face pale, and the guide, just as shaken, stayed near him.

No one spoke at first, their eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light, trying to make sense of their surroundings.

The first thing they noticed was the massive creature lurking in the shadows.

The Terrakrus, its dark, scaled body coiled protectively behind two figures, let out a low growl.

Its glowing eyes scanned the cave as if warning them to stay back. The students froze, their breath catching in their throats.

It was the first time any of them had seen something so terrifying up close.

Julian whispered, his voice barely audible,

"What... what is that thing?"