A rustle in the undergrowth nearby alerted him. 'Finally,' Lucian thought, a faint smirk touching his lips.
He drew the sleek, dark spear that was his preferred weapon. It felt like an extension of his arm.
From behind a large, fern-covered log, a creature emerged.
It resembled a large wolf, but its fur was a sickly green, and saliva dripped from jaws filled with needle-sharp teeth. Its eyes glowed with a faint, hungry red light.
[Level 5 Vilefang Wolf]
"Awoooo!"
The wolf snarled, lowered its head, and charged. It was fast for a Level 5 creature, a green blur streaking across the forest floor.
But to Lucian, it was moving in slow motion.
"Swoosh!" Lucian didn't even seem to move his feet. His body flickered, leaving an afterimage where he had stood a fraction of a second before. The Vilefang Wolf snapped at empty air, its momentum carrying it past Lucian's original position.
