Rosalind and her friends huddled together against the cold, hard surface of the cliff, their breathing quick and shallow. Above them, the monstrous creature feasted on the remains of its latest kill, its guttural growls and crunching bones echoing through the rocky canyon.
Rosalind knew that using her illusions was useless against beasts since their sense of smell was far too keen for any illusion to fool it. However, it was better than doing nothing.
She used her illusion to hide them from the beast's gaze, hoping it would not smell them.
Everyone stared at the beasts with wide unblinking eyes as they devoured the other.
For what felt like an eternity, they waited in silence, holding their breath. Finally, the snake-like creature let out a deafening roar and began to move away. As the monster moved, its scales rustled against each other, making a sound like a thousand blades being sharpened at once.
