The screams of the dying beast echoed through the night, drawing trouble. As if answering a call, more beasts emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing in the dark, low growls rumbling like thunder.
Dozens of them spilled from the trees, their fangs bared and their claws poised to tear into anything that moved. But Hex didn't step back.
He stood firm, cracking his neck.
"Looks like you all came for me," he muttered with a smirk. "Good. I've still got thirty minutes left."
With hardening,he didn't fear getting hurt from sharp objects.
The moment the first beast pounced, Hex twisted his body, sidestepping it, and slammed his hardened fist into its jaw.
The beast tumbled, dazed. Before it could recover, another lunged from behind. Its jaws opened wide, but when it bit down, its teeth cracked with a horrible crunch. It whimpered and fell back, confused and hurt.
Hex turned slightly. "Biting me won't help. You're chewing on rock."
