Chapter 24: The Beast Who Watched
Far away, perched atop a towering sand dune, a beastly figure observed the carnage below. Its form was a grotesque fusion of lion and man—a predator in both body and mind. Two glistening golden eyes gleamed beneath its matted mane, carved with malicious intent.
A wicked, toothy grin spread across its monstrous face as it watched the duo below—Einar, the frenzied butcher, and Laura, the trembling observer.
"Interesting..."
Its twisted voice rasped through the air, though no one could hear it. It observed the madness unfurling beneath it—the unrestrained carnage inflicted by a mere human.
Whoosh!
Without a sound, it unfurled massive bat-like wings, the gust of air from their movement kicking up a storm of sand. With a single push, it launched itself skyward, vanishing into the clouds.
Its destination was clear.
This anomaly was worth reporting.
...
Meanwhile, beneath the burning desert sun, the bloodbath continued.
Einar moved like a man unshackled from mortality. His arms—brutal, precise—tore through creatures as if they were made of brittle parchment.