Normally, Hart would have been happy to see that arrogant NPC get what was coming to him. The man had been a pain just seconds ago, refusing to accept his bargain all because of a health potion.
However, instead of feeling satisfaction, he felt pure horror at his present predicament.
Cold sweat rolled down his back, and his instincts screamed at him to run… as fast as possible.
And then—
Riley turned to him.
The smoke around the monster pulsed, its glowing eyes narrowing as it gaze locked on Hart.
Growl…
A deep, guttural growl vibrated from Riley's throat, and he took one step towards Hart.
The latter felt his stomach twist, the ground beneath his feet vibrating from that one step alone.
"N–No," he mumbled, breath catching in his throat.
Almost without thinking, he pulled out his bow, fingers fumbling as he drew an arrow from his quiver and nocked it onto the string.
"D–Don't come any closer!" he barked, though his voice cracked mid-sentence. "S–Stay back!"
