One of the creatures tilted its head and let out a sound—a wet gurgle that vibrated through the earth instead of the air. The others responded in kind.
Then they charged.
The first one launched forward in a burst of jerking motion, limbs spasming in unnatural patterns, faster than anything that size should move.
Argolaith met it with steel, driving his blade through its chest—
Only for the creature's body to twist around the blade, melting into a new shape before reforming.
Kaelred was already moving, slicing through the legs of another one as it lunged for Malakar, but the cut spilled no blood, only a swirl of mist and a black, tar-like substance that evaporated on contact.
Thae'Zirak roared from the mist beyond, his flame slicing through the fog like a blade of night. One of the creatures let out a horrible, fluting scream as it disintegrated under the black fire.
