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When they stepped into the depths of the Shadowy Forest, the surrounding trees were tall and dense, obscuring the moonlight that would have provided some comfort. The forest was shrouded in a mysterious and unsettling atmosphere, making Sheriff William even more nervous. He instinctively drew his revolver and vigilantly observed every corner around him.
At the same time, Agamemnon seemed more calm, with his expression and posture showing familiarity and Edith ptation to this environment. His steps remained steady, as if he could maintain composure even in this gloomy forest.
Two people silently traversed the forest, and the surrounding sounds made this dark world come alive. From time to time, they could hear the rustling of leaves as some creature brushed past, these sounds seemed particularly clear and eerie in the nighttime forest.
At that moment, a furious roar echoed from deep within the forest, shattering the tranquility of the night. This sudden sound left Sheriff William stunned in place, his gun trembling in his hand. Even Agamemnon, who usually appeared calm, showed a rare expression of concern.
The roar was not just an animal sound; it was filled with anger and threat, as if warning intruders. Sheriff William quickly adjusted his breathing, trying to regain his composure, while Agamemnon looked around vigilantly, attempting to determine the source of the roar.
In the Shadowy Forest, the darkness of the night was almost tangible, with moonlight obscured by dense treetops, leaving only scattered light and shadow dancing on the ground. Sheriff William followed closely behind Agamemnon, and as Agamemnon suddenly accelerated, his heartbeat quickened as well. The sheriff's steps became urgent, his breathing heavy, feeling a hint of panic mixed with curiosity.
Suddenly, the voice of Agamemnon pierced the air, urgent and commanding: "Quick, follow me! That's the roar of the Blood Demon, we need to find it quickly!" With that, Agamemnon dashed into the depths of the forest at an incredible speed.
Sheriff William was momentarily stunned, then realized he had to catch up to Agamemnon. His steps quickened, but there was still a considerable distance between him and Agamemnon. Branches in the forest swept across his cheeks and arms, leaving hot, stinging marks. His mind was filled with questions and unease, but he had no time to dwell on them, only to dodge the obstacles in the woods and do his best to keep up.
After a fierce run, the sheriff finally arrived at the place where Agamemnon had stopped. He approached Agamemnon almost out of breath, with sweat on his face and heaving chest. He was about to ask a question, but Agamemnon quickly made a quiet gesture and pulled him to crouch down in the bushes on the side.
Agamemnon crouched next to the sheriff, his gaze sharp as he observed the surroundings through the bushes. His movements were light and swift, seemingly unaffected by the recent run. The sheriff, on the other hand, struggled to control his breathing, trying to calm his body and emotions. He tightly gripped a revolver in his hand, ready to respond to any potential danger.
Occasionally, there were faint sounds coming from the surrounding forest, and each rustle of the leaves made the sheriff's heart beat faster. Agamemnon seemed able to discern the source and nature of these sounds, his expression revealing a hint of focus and vigilance.
In this quiet yet tense environment, they were on the brink of danger. Every roar and rustle in the depths of the forest could herald an impending conflict. Despite being a seasoned warrior, Sheriff William had to maintain a high level of alertness in the face of this unknown threat.
Hidden in the thicket, Sheriff William was completely focused on observing the front through the cracks. His eyes were wide open, tightly locked onto the powerful and extraordinary creature. The creature's appearance was beyond ordinary, with a strong hoofed lower body, resembling a fusion of some kind of wild beast, displaying astonishing strength with every movement. William felt a sense of unease, as this creature was undoubtedly the "Blood Demon" described by Agamemnon.
Agamemnon, on the other hand, resembled a hunter, sharply gazing at the Blood Demon. His body was tense and prepared, seemingly ready to respond to any sudden situation. His eyes revealed calculation and judgment, closely observing every move of the Blood Demon.
Suddenly, a series of heavy impacts echoed through the quiet forest, as if it were the sound of a giant drum. Blood Demon forcefully swung its fists on the ground, each impact seeming to attempt to dig into the earth. The powerful punches created deep craters in the soil and mud, sending dust flying, demonstrating the immense strength of this creature.
Sheriff William couldn't help but tighten his grip on the revolver in his hand, his body slightly leaning forward, ready to react at any moment. At the same time, Agamemnon quietly gave William instructions, his words short and powerful: "Stay quiet, don't move, wait for the opportunity."
Two people hidden in the bushes continued to observe Blood Demon's every move. Blood Demon's behavior seemed purposeful, its fists continuously pounding the earth, as if searching for or attempting to release something. Its movements were rough and violent, stirring up dust and debris with its force, filling the surrounding air.
Sheriff William's heart raced, his breathing becoming heavy, feeling the oppression and tension brought on by their concealment. Meanwhile, Agamemnon remained consistently calm, his eyes flashing with thoughtful light, seemingly calculating the best course of action.
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