"Whoah… easy now… I've only come here to kill you, not to eat you. No hard feelings, alright?" Sylvaris said, voice dripping with that signature filth-laced sarcasm, a smirk playing on his lips like death itself was just a mild inconvenience. His tongue was sharp enough to gut humans, but it seemed even monsters weren't immune to his venom.
The beast continued to reveal itself, peeling layer by layer out of the void like something that had never quite fit into this world. Its body was pitch black, slick and wet like living oil, yet beneath the sheen was muscle: thick, rippling, brutal, a structure built for destruction. It moved on all fours, each step soundless but full of weight, a predator that didn't need to stalk because it knew nothing could escape it.
