The Umbral Stalker's shadow-form had dissipated, its feline body thrashing uncontrollably as the Sightless Marrow-Hound's jaws remained firmly locked onto its shattered front leg.
The accidental ambush had effectively neutralized the Tier 3 predator.
Krax, the Vanguard scout, pressed his back against the petrified bone wall, his breath hitching in shallow, terrified gasps. He explicitly believed that the Supreme Flesh-Crafter possessed a terrifying, omniscient command over the battlefield, casually manipulating a rabid, radiation-poisoned hound to cripple an elite assassin without lifting a single finger.
Sunny maintained his flawless, chilling mask of absolute apathy, taking another slow sip from his chilled skull-goblet. Internally, he was profoundly relieved. He explicitly had zero combat experience, and the prospect of engaging a shadow-assassin in a pitch-black cave had terrified him.
