Deep, rattling growls echo through the belly of a wide, damp cave. Moisture drips from stalagtites formed over a century, raised above the surface.
The thick grey walls formed a honey-comb like pattern along with runes and other signs of some foreign race from the past, wiped out long ago.
Ray had one important goal. To slay the demon lurking within, who towered above him with fierce boar-like features and a tough, scaled body.
For as long as the elf could remember, he had heard countless tales of Bjorn whom had terrorized his village, returning every several years to mercilessly devour the fay folk, cause destruction to the homes, structur