Chapter 10: A Battle of Strength and Wit

As the echoes of the roar grew louder, reverberating through the dark and eerie forest, Robert strained his ears, listening intently for any other sounds that might signal the presence of another creatures lurking in the shadows.

The wilderness was alive with an eerie silence, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. Each subtle noise sent a jolt of adrenaline through his veins, heightening his senses and sharpening his focus.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he scanned the darkness, his senses on high alert. He knew that in this treacherous wilderness, danger could come from any direction. The presence of the towering beast known as Kazath alone was already a formidable challenge, but the possibility of more threats heightened the tension in the air.

Robert tightened his grip on his weapon, his eyes scanning the surroundings, searching for any signs of movement.

Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, caused his heart