The giant monster continued to munch on the flesh within its mouth as it dragged the warrior's lifeless body through the mountain pass.
Several times, its intuition flared. It halted, turning its massive head to search the surroundings, senses straining for a threat. Each time, finding nothing, it resumed its march.
Within the depths of Oblivion, Rosacer watched closely.
"Thick skin," he muttered. "Resistant to both flame and blunt force. Ice may slow it, but the beast possesses overwhelming strength. Direct confrontation is impossible."
He continued speaking under his breath as his muscles darkened from exhaustion. Necrosis had already begun to creep through his flesh.
Before they could completely fail, he finally invoked Ananta.
The monster's image burned itself into his mind, and the world shifted.
The beast sensed something unusual once more. It stiffened, muscles coiling, its guard rising.
Too late.
