North Side - Open Forest
Razeal stood still silent, unblinking, and fully guarded.
His gaze was locked onto the monstrous hound before him, a beast cloaked in heat and menace. The atmosphere between them was heavy, like the moments before a thunderclap.
"System," he spoke internally, voice calm but tightly controlled. "What's the primary attack method of this thing?"
[Response: Predominantly physical. Sharp claws and nails imbued with extreme internal heat averaging 800°C. Its teeth maintain a consistent surface temperature between 700 to 1000 degrees Celsius. Additional attacks include headbutts, charged leaps, and body slams extremely lethal due to its hardened, blade like exoskeleton.]
Razeal's thoughts churned, yet his focus never wavered from the hound's searing gaze. The two locked eyes like predators sizing each other up, waiting for the faintest twitch.
The beast wasn't lunging yet. It was waiting... waiting for him to draw his weapon then pounce.
