The morning sun glinted off the blood-soaked sand, the sea's rhythmic roar blending with Litty's ragged breaths. Her gaze locked onto the five Dunemauls emerging from the waves, each towering over her with malice gleaming in their abyssal eyes. Their grotesque forms glistened with sea spray, muscles rippling beneath scarred, scaled skin.
The air grew heavy with an oppressive bloodlust that hit her like a physical force, her chest tightening under its weight. The lead Dunemaul, larger and more menacing than the rest, stepped forward, its shark-like maw parting in a guttural roar that shook the ground beneath her feet. The others followed suit, their cries a cacophony of rage and vengeance.