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It’s hard to see the urgency of the situation as he’s waving towards Antlion, but that changes as he spins around and enters a low stance. Not a moment too soon, as the howling of the wind gives way for a low rumble, and the murky shapes in the distance solidify into three distinct swollen beasts, peppered with streaks of teal swirling around them. If these are the Gorgons Antlion mentioned, you can see what he was talking about. While they possess freakish proportions, they definitely resemble a bovine - one covered in dense muscle and dark brown, matted fur. Their build is large and intimidating - possibly bigger than that freaky looking beast you saw in the ruins - and even in full sprint, their heads are tilted straight at the ground, hiding everything of their head but large, blunt horns directly pointed towards their target.
You barely have enough time to observe them before they converge on Gregor and barrel at him in a staggered pattern. The first one to reach him makes direct contact - but as the massive bull rides out the momentum of the charge, the wisps of pixie drakes bunch up around their pactmate and lift him over the beast. He barely touches the ground again as the second one is just meters within his range, but he immediately takes advantage of the wobbling sprint of this one. He rolls to the side, the distance covered considerably lengthened by the nearby swarm of buzzing mini-monsters, and narrowly avoids being trampled. You can’t help but be impressed.
“Woah. I can see why he’s so renowned.” You glance over to Tristan, who can’t quite shake his furrowed brows.
“He’s far too deep - he must have noticed the gas by now, right?”
“The what?”
“The poison gas! It’s been accumulating around the Gorgons.”
