The longer we followed, the more intense our feelings of fear became. The monster finally paused in their journey, and Cattail pulled me behind the cover of another large, fallen pine. He later told me that the monster had then swiveled around in our direction, but at that moment, I was instead quickly distracted by the finer details of the dead tree. Embedded within Warhammer’s claw marks were smaller claw marks of other monsters. I am still unsure what to make of it.

Terrifyingly, the monster started sniffing the air and approached us. Closer, they growled, undoubtedly sensing our presence! We had no choice but to run for our lives. Stumbling down a steep hill together, yelling, I felt the monster's arm swing and send me flying, while Cattail latched onto my tail. The following moments were a blur as I retreated into my shell, feeling the world spin around me. We hit the ground painfully at quite a distance, and upon opening my eyes, I realized it was not over just yet. The monster was bounding towards us, looking ravenous.

We were deafened momentarily by a distant roar that shook the ground and stopped the monster dead in their tracks. The loud footsteps of the approaching lawless king were felt before my hearing began to recover. Cattail and I scrambled for cover in the rocky clearing, tripping over each other in a nearby riverbed, and within moments, Warhammer thundered through the tree line,—obliterating our assailant with a single, decisive swipe of his claws.