I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Snort—

Moro exhaled sharply and quickened its pace. It surged forward, passing Phaden, who startled and stepped aside in haste.

"Agent of the Saint?"

"Follow slowly," said Ian as he glanced back at the flustered Phaden, then faced forward again.

"Huh?"

"I-It’s coming! Move, quickly!"

A commotion had already broken out ahead. The spellcasters, eyes wide, scrambled to either side.

Moro was approaching at a pace that made it look ready to charge at any moment. The beast lowered its head slightly, thrusting forward the sharp, blade-like horn rising from its brow.

"H-Hey—"